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A little girl fell to her death the day the day the Cinquefoil family was struck down.
Nine Enin arose from a field of Marigold that day.
She fled with two reminders of a past life. Her mother's prized everlasting Forget me not and a single thorn from a dried white rose. After binding her being to the solitary thorn, a blade came and went. Eternal pain, a small price to pay to quench her burning anger.
Nine awoke, the holly she kept under her bleeding finger falling to the ground. Images of men attacking waking her up. She shook her head, and grabbed the Forget Me Not. It's blue hue bringing bittersweet feelings. She activated her retractable needle, pricking her finger. A drop of blood hit the flower, before dissipating, as if the flower absorbed the blood.
A sudden surge of power invigorated Nine, waking her up completly. She could see farther now, and she could see the men from the vision.
4 men, 2 carrying thorns. The other two had steel swords.
"Come out, Nightshades."
She said that last word like an insult.
The men laughed.
Nightshades called themselves this for their deadliness. Calling someone a Nightshade is essentially a threat.
Nine looked at them with a cold expression. They did not possess flowers, florists didn't wear gloves, to make their chlorokinesis easier. What seemed to be their chief, a tall man with a nasty scar poking from his lip, made a motion with his hand, and the two men carrying steel approached her.
She focused on the pain in her thongue. It was harder the more pain tolerence she had.
Her blade appeared in her hand, the pain flaring up. She readied a few leaves in her left hand.
The first who attacked got his throat slit by a simple slash, the blood getting absorbed by the blade, flaring pain as Nine's body felt a surge of power. The second one fell backwards, his back to a tree.
"Please-"
Nine didn't let him finish. She stabbed him in the throat, feeling the pain in her thongue as the life left him.
The last two men had drawn their thorns.
Nine grabbed her Jacob's Ladder leaf and activated her needle, dodging the men's attacks.
Power surged again, and she threw herself on the chief. She put her hand to his stomach and pushed.
She felt it rupture, experiencing the pain with him.
She left him there. She wanted him alive for a bit.
She turned to the last man. He fell as she set her golden eyes on him.
Before he could beg, she brought her hand to his heart and pushed.
The pain flared in her chest. Like her heart was exploding. His, however, really was.
"You."
She finally turned her attention to the chief. He was vomiting.
"Where is Angrec Lobelia? If you answer, I'll make the pain go away."
He looked at her, woozy from the ruptured stomach.
"Nemophila valley."
She put him out of his misery.
Her first target, the former heir of the dead kingdom of Nasturtium. Agrec Lobelia. The snake of Tansy.