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Once every 100 years, a magical healing flower blooms from the ground. For millennia, the warlock Father Vinegar used the flower to keep himself in a youthful form before he started going insane.
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A pregnant woman craving wildflowers, looks for some flower to eat. She stumbles upon some rampion flowers, and eats some, before she stumbles upon a shiny-looking flower. She eats it, mistaking it for an everyday carnation. Father Vinegar goes up to the place where the plant blooms, only to see it’s not there, making him go in an angry fit, his eyes turning a pale green.
Realizing that he’s making a fool of himself, Father Vinegar tries to think of a plan to retain his slowly deteriorating sanity, black spots slowly creeping up his otherwise light fuchsia locks.
Then, the woman gives birth to a young boy.
He thought of a plan...
He would steal a lock of the boy’s hair and turn it into an elixir of youth.
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As he crept into the impoverished woman’s house, she cut a strand of the boy’s shining copper hair, but it changed to a dull brown when cut, rendering it useless.
“There’s no other way for me to use the power of the flower’s youthful powers” He mutters as his brown-green eyes inspect the sleeping baby.
The man grabs the baby, and escapes out of the run-down cottage, baby in tow.
“Besides, that family was run down anyway. If anything, I'm doing this poor child a favor”
The baby woke, and started to wail, alarming the mother.
But by the time she burst out of the house, looking for anyone who ran with her baby, she saw no one.
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The man cooed to the baby, playing with its brown locks, while it started to babble.
His dots that that lined the tips of his pink hair started to fade, and his pale green eyes turned a warm brown.
“I need to give you a name”
But Father Vinegar didn’t know any human names.
He paced a bit, thinking.
Then he had an idea!
Humans sometimes named their offspring after things in books.
He opened a book that he found, titled COOKBOOK, and flipped to a page showing a salad.
“Mixed salad...”
“MIXED SALAD! MIXED! It’s the perfect name” he said in satisfaction, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.
It sounded kind of human too.
Well as far as his human knowledge went, which was limited
And that would be what the baby would be named.