The clashes and cries of battle echo out around the once, beautiful valley. Mortals cut each other down staining the vibrant green grass crimson. Blood flows like a river through the battlefield, flowing between the feet of the survivors who still struggle in battle. Thousands of mortals of many races slay each other over whatever trivial matter, that most will not know, that caused this battle. As the day passes less and less mortals are left alive on the battlefield until nothing is left alive in this valley. Not one mortal is left alive, either having been killed in battle or they lay dying elsewhere dragged off the battlefield. The few who are uninjured rest in silence remembering the battle that just happened.
Not a single thing is left alive on the battlefield, no mortal, animal, insect, or plant survives where the battle once was; except one flower. In the middle of the once battlefield a lone red flower lives surrounded by blood and the bodies of the dead.
The flower sways gently in the wind under the sun, as the river of blood slowly forms a lake around the lone flower. However, the amount of blood around the flower stays constant no matter how much blood flows towards it.
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Time passes, the river of blood has dried up and clotted blood sticks to corpses and what was once the mortal’s possessions. The flower slowly grows bigger and bigger, until it towers above what was the tallest mortal on the battlefield, its petals stretching out twice the length of the stem. As the last of the blood drained away the flower's growth started to slow down.
The bodies closest to the flower begin to sink into the mud slowly. It starts with a few nearby bodies but slowly expands to ones further away over days, weeks and eventually years. As the bodies are consumed by the ground the bottom of the flower’s stem expands outwards in a large bundle of giant leaves and flowers. The new addition to the flower is mainly made of thousands of giant leaves layered on top of each other with flowers of various colours and sizes decorating it on the outer layer.
As more bodies disappear into the ground the flower's new leafy base expands more and more until all the bodies on the battlefield have been consumed. The flower's base now sits at 2.5 metres in diameter and two metres tall. As the base grew the stem shrank until the main flower head rested atop the base.
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Nearby a mortal approaches, clad in some light armour and wielding a sword the mortal approaches the once battlefield slowly through the trees. As they approach, they collect a few weapons and items that were left behind after the battle. Once the mortal enters the field, they freeze upon seeing the flower, a flower unlike anything they have ever seen. The flower just sits there swaying in the wind as the mortal slowly approaches one careful step after careful step, sword held at the ready.
The mortal stops a dozen paces from the flower, just watching it, wondering what it is. Slowly the mortal crouches down to pick up a rock which they throw at the flower. The rock hits the flower and harmlessly bounces off, in response the flower shook slightly, a few leaves fluttering to the ground.
Deeming the flower harmless the mortal walks up to the flower now at a quicker pace, the sword now sheathed. The mortal gently places their hand on the flower's base, stroking the flower's soft leaves. Once the mortal stopped moving their hand the leaves started to move, they started to grab hold of the mortal’s hand. By instinct, the mortal tried to remove their hand, but they were stuck to it. The flower created a sap that stopped its prey from escaping.
Slowly the mortal is dragged into the flower's leafy base, the leaves growing around them. The mortal let out one final cry for help before their head is consumed by the flower.
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The mortal now consumed by the flower, the flower now innocently sways in the gentle wind once more. From the centre of the flower, something new grows, but this time it's very different to before. Slowly the upper body of a mortal grows one very similar to the one that was consumed by the flower. However, the mortal form has been changed to fit the flower more. The mortal’s skin is now a light pale green, and a flower grows from the head. The flower's mortal form resembles what mortals would refer to as feminine.
Once the mortal form has fully grown it raises up slowly until she stands at her full height of about fifteen feet including the base. Her eyes slowly open revealing a quizzical look as she looks around at her surroundings for the first time. She takes her time taking in the surroundings and remembering what had just happened. She had just eaten the most delicious food she had ever had. The other things that used to lay around her that looked the same didn’t taste nice but this newest food she captured was delicious and it had just come to her.
She raises a hand and rests it on her cheek as she remembers something else that she loved about her food. For the first time, she opens her mouth and talks with a smooth sweet voice.
“Their screams were harmony to my ears as their flesh was a delicacy for my leaves.”