The seeds we plant

Natasha's POV:

"Wake up"

A voice echoed in my head. I didn't have the energy to respond so I just ignored it and continued sleeping.

"Wake up"

The insistent voice wouldn't shut up. It's being especially annoying now. It's not the first time it's tried to disturb my sleep, but this time it was especially annoying.

"You've been lying there for 4 days already, are you going to stay there for all eternity?"

Even if he says that, I don't really care anymore. I've lost everything I loved. I'm nothing but an empty shell with no will to live.

"Are you going to let your father rot where you are?"

I couldn't help but frown at that statement. I can't really say that I was attracted to the idea of ​​leaving dad's body out in the open. Unlike when I first laid down next to him, he was totally cold now and starting to stink. Even though I don't really feel anything now, I don't want the memories I had with him to be overwritten by his body in that state.

- Fine, fine. I'm awake now, are you happy?

"Let's bury your father to start training right away"

- Training? I really don't want to do it.

"It's not a matter of desire, but of necessity"

- Why? To get revenge? I really have no interest in that. I just want to die and rest.

"…"

There was a strange pause in the conversation. But, even though he told me that I should improve this strange ability he gave me, I really didn't feel any desire to do anything. When I had a better sense of my surroundings I could see that the white dress I was wearing before was now practically red. I couldn't help but smile bitterly at this reality.

- I guess this dress is the only gift you could leave me…

When I looked at dad's body I couldn't help but turn around so as not to look at him directly. That strange power may have taken away my emotions, but that doesn't mean I'm comfortable looking at someone so dear to me like that. Still looking away I raised my hand to where Dad's body is and squeezed it lightly. A bunch of green lines crossed the ground and gently wrapped around Dad.

- Come on Dad, it may not be the best way to do it... but let's take our last walk through the garden.

Moving my hand I managed to get Dad out the door. Before I knew it I had lightly grabbed one of the green lines and carried it as if I was holding a hand. I couldn't help but smile bitterly at this fact. Although my brain recognized it as something sad, my heart was still as calm as ever. It really is disconcerting how my emotions have vanished since I got this power.

"So you're crying in the end."

At this comment I reflexively raised my hands to my face and sure enough there were tears there. I couldn't help but feel relieved to know that I could still cry for Dad.

- Maybe I am too much of a sentimental monster after all.

I slowly walked around the garden with dad in tow until we reached Sunrose. Once there I stopped and looked for a good place to bury dad. After a while I decided that the border between the sunflowers and the roses was the best place to do it. With the help of the green lines I quickly dug a hole and placed dad inside. When I was done, I couldn't help the feeling that something was missing from this grave, so I went into the woods in search of something to put on top of it. I eventually found 2 large rocks that would serve perfectly as a marker for dad's grave. When I got back, I placed one of them on dad on the sunflower side and the other one I placed on mom's side symbolically between the roses.

- Do you know what happened to my sister and mom?

"Not really."

- I see.

I couldn't help the feeling that he was lying to me… But I'll leave it at that. Suddenly a chrysanthemum sprouted in the middle of the border between the roses and the sunflowers. The shock didn't let me speak for a while.

- Well, that's better. Now we can talk normally.

- So you're the voice that's been in my head all this time….

- Allow me to introduce myself, I'm the embodiment of all the flowers that has given you the power to control them.

- So the green lines are… stems?

- Indeed. It's obvious that you know a lot about flowers.

- Not really, I only know what mom and dad told me.

The conversation died for a while. Not knowing what else to say or do I leaned against the stone I had put to mark the grave while looking at the Sunrose.

- Now that I think about it, what am I right now?

- Ummm… in human terms right now you're a witch. The great flower witch.

- The flower witch?... doesn't sound very intimidating.

- Have you forgotten what you did to the man from the lightning gang?

- But with that I won't be able to face a hero, right? Even I know that if I declare myself a witch, eventually a hero will come to kill me.

- That's why I want to train you. After having seen you take care of my children, I want to reward you in some way, but it's no use if you die for the gift I gave you. If you learn to use your ability, you wouldn't even have to worry about living alone

- Living alone... now that I think about it, I didn't die after sleeping for 4 days. Is it also because of this power?

- Exactly, witches get energy from their power. In your case, for each flower that is born or dies, you will get energy from them.

- Do I get energy for the birth and death of each flower? Isn't that something incredible?

- Not really... unlike other living beings, plants don't really release too much energy when they die or when they are born, so, even if there are many, you get insignificant amounts.

- …I see

After thinking about my options for a bit, I think it would be better to let him train me after all. Although I don't really have much of a desire to live, from what he said it seems like committing suicide will be very difficult and painful. If this energy he mentioned can keep me from starving to death, it could keep me alive even if I jump from somewhere high or something. And although I might end up dying in the end, this might just cause me to suffer more than necessary. I guess my best option is to accept.

- I agree to be trained by you.

The chrysanthemum seemed pleased by my answer.