Photograph is "Agaricus Rose Campestris" by alexiuss. |
The finest
sorcerers spent years breeding this.
Old men and
women bent creaky backs over workbenches covered in tiny seeds. Middle aged
witches and warlocks carefully placed hundreds of blooms into the cages of
terrified mice. Freshly cloaked journeymen donned garden gloves and
breathing-masks to collect the blooms. Eager apprentices dutifully watered the
seedlings, pruned the potted bushes, and stoked the fires that kept the
greenhouse warm in the cold seasons.
Thorns
became smaller and duller-edged. Leaves developed a natural green. Petals became
redder in hue, softer in texture.
The plants
became more convincing.
Slowly,
year after painstaking year, worthless plant after worthless plant, this emerged.
A thing
that looks exactly like rose, a beauty to die for.
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