Chapter Text
Once upon a time, there was a small, little Columbine. This flower was always attracted towards the sun. The Columbine would gravitate towards anything warm or anything that sparked to life within the flowers radar. Would become attached to anything that showed the little Columbine kindness. In return, Columbine wanted to spread joy and wonder across the lands, spreading the same joy they had brought him! Showering them in gifts and treasures, created things of their desires.
But then they wanted more, and more. Begging, pleading, bringing offerings like the Columbine was some sort of god.
Columbine didn’t know how to feel. The warmth that they had once brought was tainted with evil, he could sense it. Their once genuine kind eyes had slipped into ones of evil and want. Wanting something in return every time. Generation after generation, the warmth never came back. The little Columbine started to wilt and fade, shadowed by the want of everyone’s greed and hatred for the world. The little Columbine retreated to the altar the people had built, hoping to hide away from the people who would take and take.
Once upon a time, there was a little flame, born of chaos and born of pure heat and to bring havoc across the world, born to be a force of nature to burn things down that didn’t agree with him.
One day, as the little Columbine was weeping at his altar, the altar felt like a chain and a prison more than a palace the worshipers had built for him. The little flame came across it, hoping to burn something with his chaotic nature and pure heat. He had heard the sobbing as he got closer, seeing the little Columbine in his little altar, weeping on his throne of stone and flowers. The flowers around the little Columbine seemed to burn and wilt as soon as he walked into the altar, drawn to the cries. As he drew closer, the cries seemed to stop. The little Columbine didn’t burn like the rest. The flame seemed to realize he glowed brighter. Excited by the warmth the other showed.
The two had gotten along quickly, the little Columbine gravitated towards the flame, his bright demeanor was back once more, he showered the flame in joy and gifts, treasures and wood to fuel his fire. The two had even become friends!
But nothing good ever lasts forever does it?
The little flames fire was deemed too dangerous and a havoc to others. Dangerous. The little Columbine tried to explain, tried to calm the thoughts of anger directed towards his friend, but it didn’t work. The little flame was perceived as a threat. Someone who needed to become weak. And that didn’t sit well with the Columbine. The little flame was someone who emitted such warmth, such strength. Why would they want to take that away from him?
The little columbine stood close as the little flame was being restrained, chained down to become weaker. The little columbine didn’t like it. They wanted to take away the only joy he had. The only warmth in this cruel world. He couldn't accept this. After the columbine had finally gotten a friend, a light in this cruel world. They wanted to take it away??
The columbine couldn’t accept this, so he stepped forward to try and explain, maybe if the columbine helped the little flame they would all see how wrong they were. And how if he just helped the little flame be a little less chaotic, worked with him and how he wasn’t a danger! They would let him keep his fire, his warmth that made the columbine so very happy.
But the flame didn’t recognize him, the flame was in such a state of panic, his own fire that filled the columbine ever so happily..had burned and tinged the same flower that was trying to help..
The Columbine's family didn’t take kindly to those actions, getting angry at the little flame and shunning him from ever seeing the Columbine ever again!
“-but then the columbine and flame found a way to stay bestest friends and they lived happily ever after!!”
Prince floated on his back as he made the two puppets kiss, smiling. one a doll with bright red fiery hair, and the other with black hair that was in pigtails.
Small stars and sparkles floated around him as he circled the one below him.
Her soft pink hair falling over her shoulders as she sighed heavily and rubbed her temples, her face a blank expression, her joints that of a mannequin or a robot.
“Wang zi-”
“Prince!! Li li come on you know thiiiissss ....”
“...prince. Please just sit still and listen!”
The other rolled his eyes dramatically and flipped upside down in front of the pink haired mannequin, hair uncovering an eye that was blacked out and missing from its socket. Revealing burn marks covering half his face.
“I waaaas! Something something, times outta wack!”
Lianhua hummed and looked off to the side, her grey eyes taking note of the stars that pop with the same sound that bubbles emit when they touch the ground.
“Understatement. As the goddess of time. i ... .ugh..”
It was like the next words were going to make her throw up, she hated asking the other for help.
“I need you to either house someone here or..assist in helping edit the time back to normal.”
Prince flipped back upright on his stomach and narrowed his eyes, cheeks puffing out.
“What do you take me for! I’m a god of chaos!! A reality bender! I would be going against my will if i helped-”
“I’m your sister. It is natural for you to help me.”
Prince stopped the next words that came from his mouth, and looked to the side, it was true ... .the other one was indeed his younger sister. They did have an older brother as well…well a few. But Ryzan was the only older one that still talked to the two.
“...who do you need me to house li li!”
He put on a smile, a grin.
“..heh. It’s a certain flame you adore so much.”
Prince paused, lianhua was willingly letting redson come near him again??
WILLINGLY?!
“R-red…? Ahem!! Heheheh! How bad did he mess up! Ahahha!!”
Lianhua hummed and took out a watch.
“Pretty bad. Kidnapping, stalking, attempted murder, attempted assault. Yada yada. A lot of mortal crimes. But of course, messing up and messing with the fabric of time. It has gotten to the point where the past has come to the present. And I need him gone in order to fix things...that and this would be a prison for him. as i know you won't let him leave.”
Prince stared, his flame had gotten chaotic again. Hasn’t he! Fitting for the one who caught the god of chaos’s eyes and heart.
“Hahaha! Ohhh I would love to have him here…”
Lianhua nodded and turned a heel, her lotus clip keeping hal her hair up properly.
“Good. i shall need you to come with me to apprehend him.”
Prince blinked in shock.
Lianhua was letting him LEAVE!?
The same woman who told him he needed to stay in this pocket dimension because he fucked with reality so much out of anger???
….WOW she was so forgiving today!!!
Oh, how he can't wait to see his firefly again~!