Arthemis ; The god of Ellenora.

Prayer Hills, 2007.

A little girl stepped staggeringly through the lumps of snow while whizzing violently. The almost tumultuous footsteps continued to step away from the village behind there.

The light of lights in the corner of the street seemed to faintly highlight a part of the little girls body that was about to pass out. Patches of fresh red blood are still visible on some parts of the body that appear to be torn from the skin.

The little girls name was Ellenora Glandeour. The girl is beautiful. Her beauty is unparalleled as if given by the god of her destiny. The skin is pure white, the legs are long, and the hair is jet black and thick. The look in her eyes was gentle, her beads were hazzle-colored, and her eyebrows were thick as they were as beautiful as the pliable eyelashes. His gaze was warm as the meaning of his name. But behind the beautiful name, there are many mysteries stored.

This is the story of Ellenora, the girl belonging to the god of love.

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Craz Town, 2022.

The light of the morning sun without dazzling the city of Craz. The warm air towards summer is already smelling.

Refreshing!

All the townspeople began to move as they should. The same was done also by a shoulder-length hair girl who always braided two of her hair. The girl lives on the outskirts of downtown Craz. Who else if not Ellenora Glandeour?

The girl who is usually called Ellen began to be busy opening her flower shop every morning. The shop, named Leon Blossom, opens earlier every day than the surrounding grocery stores.

”Good Morning Ellen. ”

”Hi, pretty. ”

”Wow, what a beautiful flower. ”

”Have a nice day. ”

Thats roughly how the townspeople of Craz greeted when they saw Ellen who had already started taking out fresh flowers and started arranging them on the shelf in front of the store.

No less many young men of sweet stature and handsome teased her with similar greetings. However, Ellen ignored it. Because for him, the joke was of no value at all in his cold heart.

Soon, from the top of the hill, a petite woman was driving on a bicycle toward Ellen.

”Hi, Ellen. ” Wulan greeted when stopping right beside Ellen. The petite girl who always pedals the bike is both a best friend and a part-time worker at Ellens flower shop.

”Uhmm, are you busy early in the morning? ” teased Wulan and as usual Ellen smiled kindly in response.

”You guys, you don know, ” Ellen said then sprayed the petals on the shelf with water that had been mixed with chemicals.

”Heheheh. ” Wulan chuckled after parking her bicycle. Then the girl went downstairs and grabbed the bottle in Ellens hand and took over her job.

”Ohya, have you ordered the flowers? ” asked Ellen to Wulan who was getting busy spraying the flower plants.

”Not yet. The plan is today but with you, how about it? ” asked Wulan after answering.

”How come its the same with me? So whats the shop? ” Ellen asked again.

”Occasionally close the shop? I guarantee that these flowers will not let you down. ” Wulans bargaining made Ellen seem to think twice.

For Ellen, if it was already related to flowers, even to the end of the world she would go looking for it.

”All right. ” Ellen nodded in agreement and then hurried to close her shop. Whereas an hour ago, Ellen had just opened a store. All this is due to Wulans actions.

After closing the shop, Ellen began to prepare. The leather side bag he always wore was pinned to the shoulder. Her hair, which was always braided by one, was tidied up again while waiting for Wulan to take out her bicycle.

”We just ride the bike to the bus stop to be fast, ” Wulan said and Ellen looked affirmative.

After a few minutes, Wulans bright pink basket bike had already driven down the streets of Craz city towards the bus stop 100 m away from her flower shop. Seen from a distance Ellen looked relaxed on her best friend.

Upon arriving at the bus stop, Ellen immediately got off the bike and sat down at the bus stop. Meanwhile, Wulan is busy installing safety chains on the wheels of her bicycle.

”Youve already paid the bus fare? ” asked Wulan to Ellen.

”Its…, then what about train tickets? ” Ellen turned to ask with a worried look on his face. The girl just remembered that if you book a train ticket, it must be a day before the scheduled departure.

”Take it easy. Ive all prepared. We just need to enjoy the trip this time. ” Wulan said excitedly. To coincide with that, Wulan pulled two train tickets from inside her duffel bag.

”Here. ” Wulan smiled as she thrust one of the tickets to Ellen. There was no strange thought in Ellens head as Wulan handed her the ticket.

”Yes, it has, come on. The bus is already willing to go. ” Ellen then went on the bus, pulling Wulans hand.

On the bus, Ellen chose the very back place. The girl looked cool enjoying the fresh breeze at that time. Beside him, there is already Wulan who is busy repairing the lens of his portable camera.

”Bring a camera, well? ” asked Ellen after a glance at Wulan.

”yes, nothing. Who knew there was an interesting object there. ” Wulan replied with a big smile. The girl was cool again with her camera.

After nearly fifteen minutes of travel, the bus to the station they were riding in stopped at the next stop not far from the train station.

Soon the two young girls stepped into the station yard and went straight to the railway line. Along the way, Wulan took the lead because Ellen had never traveled out of the city before.

”Where are we going? ” asked Ellen to Wulan after the two sat down in the carriage.

”To PH, ” Wulan replied casually.

PH is Prayer Hills. A slang abbreviation of the old city located in the interior of the capital Craz. Prayer Hills is also Ellens birthplace.

The city had been closed and the memories had long been Ellen buried. In short, the girl didn want to remember him and chose to forget her hometown. I don know what the underlying reason for that is, but there must be a reason.

”How come there, anyway? ” Ellen turned to ask. His tone sounded disapproving.

At the same time, The look on Ellens face instantly changed drastically. His guts shrank instantly. Hearing the name of the city, was like looking back at the painful past.

”So what? ” Wulan, who didn know, even turned to ask.

”Huh… ”

A gust of breath came out of Ellens tiny lips when she heard her best friend turn around. Wanting it to feel like Ellen was down. However, the train had already driven away leaving the station, and took it to Prayer Hills.

While Wulan was still looking at her best friend with a puzzled look. It had been several times that Ellena exhaled and it scared Wulan.

”You
e okay? ” Wulan asked. The girl wanted to confirm whether her best friend was okay.

”yes, Im nothing, ” Ellen replied softly.

”Next time if you want to go, you tell me first, ” Ellen said telling Wulan.

”Yes, I have, Im sorry, ” Wulan said regretfully.

But there is a unique thing that Wulan has noticed from Ellen since just now. It wasn uncommon for her best friend to comment on where they were going. The important thing is, no matter where they go, fresh flowers must be obtained. But, today Ellen looks different.

”Is there something Ellen is hiding in Prayer Hills? Why didn he want to go there? Its so weird. ” Wulan thought, glancing at her best friend who was staring at the outside scenery from inside the window glass.

***

Exactly 1000 years already after the god of love, Arthemis was reincarnated into the flower of Marion. Today, he will reincarnate into a god in human form to search for the soul lost ten years ago.

For the gods, one day is equal to a hundred years. However, the number ten is an exception in the calendar of the gods. So that 1000 years feels so long. But to become a human being, life depends on the void and the choice of destiny. And to choose life, Arthemis chose to transform into a beautiful Marion flower to enjoy his life this time.

In the middle of the valley and green hills, a flower field full of Marion seedlings is thriving. The field is at the entrance to the city of Prayer Hills which is directly adjacent to the railway line.

In that flower field, one of the flowers that were hundreds of thousands of years old stood upright. It was the flower that took part of Arthemis soul when the god was incarnated.

Slowly the petals began to turn yellow, indicating that a new life was almost here. The visible void now turned into a life structure for Arthemis, the god of love who was ready to live life.

On the other hand, fate worked hard to bring Ellenora to be reunited with the god of love who would give her love and a new color to her flat life.