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Terabethia's Tale Part 1: The Terabethia Flower
(Terabethia Riverstone, Queen of the Riverstone Queendom of Gem Dragons)
The thing I remember most clearly from all the things my dear mother said when she was alive was:
“Life is always worth living.”
Quite simple yes? But these seemingly simple words held a great deal of power at least to me.
After all they are probably the only reason I survived back then.
In the past, my mother would say these words to me often. So often in fact, that at times I got tired of hearing them to the point of feeling ill.
Though I said that it’s funny that now whenever I have the opportunity to hear those words from someone else or even an expression that merely sounds similar or contains a near meaning, I am filled with nostalgia and a joy so fierce in its intensity that I can barely stop myself from grabbing whomever spoke and demand that they repeated again and again for me, so that I can be filled with the deep and strong sense of satisfaction, that is sadly despairingly brief.
For the only one who could possibly say them in such a way that I would be satisfied for longer is now dead, and though the words said by others indeed gives some consolation it pales utterly to any one of many of the dim fading memories I have of the person in question saying to me with her usual pure and steely conviction.
“Life is always worth living.”
I repeat them to myself whenever I am alone, and lonely or occasionally when I once again hit one of my life’s inescapable moments of despair where I hit a rock bottom so deep and dark that my beloved words become empty and I start to want to refute them.
But then I continue to repeat them to myself.
“Life is always worth living.”
Over and over I chant them, like some spell or enchantment and though technically the words are not magical eventually they always work like a charm, and I start to believe in them again and more importantly believe in myself again and thus am able to climb back out of my dark hole and continue onwards.
Yes they are definitely not magical but it is my opinion that ‘magic’ as most who consider themselves mages think of it is not the only power and is not the only ‘magic’, and I know in my heart that my mother knew this, and it must have been why she had said them to me so much.
She wanted to pass them down as probably what she considered her most important legacy, though sadly I can’t know for certain as being a private, and mysterious kind of person I don’t think I ever knew her well, and because during the time I knew her I was dwelling in the self-centered narrow vision land of childhood and adolescence I didn’t even often have the desire to ask.
So the main and most important thing I know about her can be found in just these words.
“Life is always worth living.”
And keep in mind that these words were not just good advice and hidden legacy to me her beloved and only remaining daughter but also I believe her catch phrase, her motto and her lifelong decree rolled up into one.
So it came as no surprise to me that they were also the last things she said.
“Life is always worth living.”
Was what she usually said to me when I came home back to the den we shared, miserable, ashamed and lonesome because my peers looked down on me for many reasons but most painfully for not just having a ‘low’ hierarchy mother but having an insane ‘low’ hierarchy mother, who had given to her solely surviving child such an extravagantly ostentatious name as ‘Terabithia’.
Insane for obviously the clumsy daughter of two low hierarchies, must obviously be a low hierarchy themselves.
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Terabithia is, in case you do not know of it, a small quietly and ordinarily pretty little pale purple colored flower, with greenish blue leaves and stem. At least that is what it looks like in the day time, but at night the flower glows just like a small miniature purple star floating close to the ground, or occasionally dangling from a dead tree or clinging to a cliff.
It was an averagely pretty flower that you might pass without a second thought in the daytime, and at night it would for a short time become something worth admiring, but only until you looked at it long enough that it was no longer a novelty and then it became part of the barely remembered or noticed background, quickly seen and quickly forgotten.
Especially as in this world of magic and magical plants it was far from being the only one that was purple and glowed in the dark.
Despite its enchanting quirks, if it were just that “Terabithia” might have even then be slightly suitable for a name for one such as me. As after all, low tier or not, I was definitely still a gem dragon.
Yes, the terabithia bloom might had been suitable, if it had just a charming appearance as its main and only quality. But this by fate wasn’t the case, for a terabithia was an extraordinarily famous and somewhat rare plant, and the reasons behind this was definitely because of a small a thing as beauty.
As indicated from its glowing at night, terabithia was a magic plant.
However it was a magic plant with thousands maybe even countless of different uses and utilizations with more being discovered all the time even now in modern times, but to name a few:
Its sap is currently most commonly used in healing potions that are strong enough that they usually can immediately maybe even instantly and completely heal a deep wound on any creature most importantly even a gem dragon. Even to the point that the notoriously hard to grow scales, grow back astoundingly quickly even on a dangerously injured dragon with sadly few of them left.
Its petals can be brewed into a tea which instantly restores and fills up the mana stores of those who drink it even if one has a dragon sized storage.
Its pollen can be used to polish delicate magical items without damaging them and usually even improving them, and also uniquely has the trait of gently awaking one to magic even if shockingly the one it is used on was a decidedly non-magical creature to begin with.
Its stem and leaves both have many uses but coincidently the most famous ones are ones which we gem dragons don’t actually need to use ourselves but because of its great effect can be sold to other races for high price, or a great trade. Notably the leaves can be made into an ink which greatly enhances the power and success percent rate of inscriptions and certain kinds of enchantments.
The stem I am told makes quite the excellent material for a wand or staff, and though it of course nowhere near compares to the power of a dragon gem for control and enhancement of spell casting, it does currently reign as the ruler of the plant category in this regard.
The roots…well they are practical and useful to the point of being sometimes irreplaceable in certain circumstances for they work quite well when it comes to sealing magic power…magic power such as ley lines that have gotten wild and out of control, dungeons and other power spots starting to overflow.
And on a more personal note, if used intelligently and with the right plan one can even use it to bind ones enemies from using magic, even if ones enemies have a dragon sized mana pool or even larger.
In conclusion though not that much to look at in the day time, the terabithia flower plant was worth many times its weight in gold (or whatever equivalent valuable currency you happened to be using).
Just imagine for me that you are the sort of person who cares about ones place in the hierarchy, and looks down on those who are below you in it. Now then suddenly a lowly person names their child such a name with glorious undertones and you might be able to understand why my mother was considered insane.