Quest For The Onyx Rose 🖤🌹🗡️🏔️

Once upon a time, people of many lands, languages, ethnicities, and diversities told of an attributably mythical marvelous deceptively dark-colored rose they all attributed equal amounts of awe, curiosity, and wonder to. She was the most deepest shade of midnight, black, onyx, obsidian, and possessed all of the finest qualities of a true rose, as bestowed upon her by a series of the finest and most powerful Greek gods and goddesses, centuries ago when she was first created – beauty, charm, grace, love, sensuality, brilliance, secrecy, silence, joy, and monarchy. The ‘Queen of All Flowers,’ she was known most often as, the ‘Queen of the Night.’ After proving herself a most finest and loving but discerning and powerful and capable Queen, she was then also dubbed, ‘Ace of Night.’ In honorship of her warrior flower queen skills, as a Warrior Queen who fought alongside her soldiers amongst her people, inspired and perpetuated and symbolized most often, by Conquistadores as well as by Nordic Traditions of living style, the Ace of Night, a gorgeous onyx bloom, with just the right balance of strength and sensitivity, sweet and salty, capability and concernment, and fight and resist, her weapons were swords of thorns, resisting touch of her crowning swath of precious petals. The Rose was generous in all her gifts, and therefore was also heralded as the ‘Mother of All Flowers’ as she passed each of her respective gifts in equitable equality to share to all other flower species: to the orchid she gave sensuality, to the daisy she gave sweetness, to the carnation she gave a spectrum of color, to the chrysanthemum she gave many petals, and so on…

Coveted by the many monarchs who regaled repertoires of her adventures to their people, one day, the fantastical dark bloom vanished without a trace. Nobody knew who had stolen her from her throne in the Land of The Wild Flowers, over which she reigned supreme. Every state, county, and country pointed the finger at every other, nobody accepting responsibility for the malicious and greedy theft. Her heritage and community of flowers produced dewdrops upon dewdrops of floral tears, as they wept for the assumed loss and disappearance of their beloved and fearless leader. Rumors ran rampant through the blooming kingdom, that Night Ace had been kidnapped and held hostage for her magical abilities, that she had been taken and potted for showmanship by another monarchy, or worse that she was no longer breathing or had secretly had it with her royal duties and vanished forevermore. One night during a kingdom gathering, they discussed and dissected and dedicated their speaking to their leader’s disappearance. Disappointed as they were they could not believe that such a devoted leader would go incognito for the remainder of their reign, and therefore they discussed every other potential aspect of factor for Ace’s sudden departure of her kingdom.

“Ace was always the leader of the charge of us all. She bravely ventured ahead during all of our battles on boredom. She would always grow first, breaking ground for us to benefit for growing Wildflower Armies gorgeous in all places needing wild whimsy, filling in the cracks, spaces, gaps with unkempt brilliant splashes of color in free flowing style.”

“Nature fighting form with freedom, giving us frames to fill with the most vibrant rainbow palette ever to be glimpsed,” another said.

“Queen of the Gypsies,…Conquistadores Extraordinaires –“

“La Flor e Vivo e Brillante –“

“ – El Valor – “

“The most beautiful and bravest of us all, showing us that we are all beautiful and bright, even in - especially - in, our bond of contrasts, our unusual mix of harlequin coloring, our playful jesting amongst each other, our tight-knit diversity of camaderie...”

“Enough with what we already know. We need to establish a Quest to discover where, why she went to, and how, when to release her back to us.”

“Surely, she would not have vanished forevermore without a trace for no reason other than pure abandonment.”

“Whatever shall we do, without her…?”

“Here, now, let’s coordinate our ample resources amongst ourselves and draw us a map, commandeer a compass, illustrate a wind rose, navigate the stars and constellations, and set out bravely ourselves as she always exampled us to…”

“You don’t need a map to explore freely…wandering as a wildflower – “

“ - Well we need direction in a Quest, that generally being what a quest is, a determined and direct adventuration for a definite goal in mind.”

“Where shall we start?!”

“We shall start anywhere dirt is fertile enough for us to grow, any spaces beyond our current encampments of florals.”

“When will we start?!”

“Immediately.”

“We shall sow our freshest seeds inclusive of all our mighty diversity, and colorize every place we can naturally, until we find our Beloved Night Ace.”

“Rapido!”

“La Energia!”

“ – She will appeal most immediately to our senses. An onyx rose is an unusually pleasant presence. And will starkly offset a war of wildflowers. Rarity and reality, hand in hand. The Queen of Night, The Queen of Diversity.”

“And as such, Queen of the World. Drawing on all the best qualities of every flower species, all delivered in one astoundingly unbelievably fantastically real gift!”

South of the Wildflower Kingdom there was a flowerless field, where, with finest reverence, Black Orchid, second in command to Night Ace, bloomed a new battle on boredom, breaking ground, growing gorgeous and sowed seeds of various colors and subspecies of orchid, chrysanthemums, Queen's Tears, Irises, daisies, roses, miniature roses, carnations, larkspur, Bells of Ireland, Delphinium, tulips, sunflowers, Lady Slippers, Prince’s Feather, Amaryllis, and etcetera, scattering them in order to produce an unorderly and randomized rainbow of color via their variously shaped faces and petals. The only organization existing in their battles was the planning of where to colorize and grow graciously with whimsy. Wildness galore in their growing, they were proud and playful armies of flowers, living to naturally beautify and to simply spark quiet glows of happiness amongst those who glimpsed even a mere glance of them. Their camaraderie and countenance was wonderfully glorified by their distinctive juxtapositions of contrasts, they both stood out and blended in with each other and within their environment. Each separate species of flora was uniquely beautiful and even more individualized in their being. Their mission? To prove the Power of Nature! Unkempt and uncapped growing, keeping their wild scenery interesting as well as aesthetically pleasant. Sweeping fields of color splashes of their distinctive petals caught the eye of every passerby. All were happy always to see their playful wildness and candidness.

Blue Larkspur and Lavender smattered together across one portion of the new field. Their flora topped and surrounded and capped their greenery beautifully. Cooler hued of the rainbow, they were more calming to gaze upon. Orange marigolds and traditionally yellow Daffodils took up residence beside them in this wild and sweeping flowerbed. Pink Gerbera daises and tiger-striped dual-pink hued miniature roses joined them, cropping and popping up quickly across the dull brown dirt. Wide-faced sunflowers followed, and etcetera until the whole field was filled with their marvelous mayhem.

Black Orchid scanned the premises and perimeters of the field. The Queen of Night was nowhere to be seen. Reaching further and further, the wildflowers started cropping up in the outskirts of cities, all the way to the random cracks in sidewalks or any growable patch of dirt they happened upon. Soon, any boring and dull gap of man’s architecture and design was filled with glorious majestic flowers.

Chicory and Lady Slipper and Red Rose grew together alongside Tiger Lily, Morning Glory, and Daisy. The entirety of the prismatic rainbow was represented in their petals, coloring the brown dirt patches they occupied beautifully and freely. Desperate and determined the wildflowers flourished strongly no matter where they planted themselves. Fervently they searched for their beloved leader with focused and powerful compassion. Nothing could deter them from growing gorgeous in any place they found. Wildflower Armies galore glorified the quiet and fragile beauty of nature, proving strength in gentleness and beauty in individuality. Unstoppable and uncapped growth of their being colorized any growable place of earth.

Finally until it seemed they had exhausted all places of growing potential by populating them with seeds and flora, Onyx Rose became visible. She cropped up by an especially old gravestone in a cemetery. The wildflowers whispered wildly amongst themselves in excitement, gratitude, and elation. The sound grew to a crescendo of rustling leaves attached to their strong green stems. It seemed the flowers were filled with tremendous joy at their at-last success.:

Onyx Rose broke the cacophony’s cloud of sound with a Zephyrus voice: “I removed myself from the throne to prove yourselves capable of governing yourselves. The way you banded together when I seemingly vanished, slipping through the very cracks of existence? It’s proven to me that we are a fine community of both capable and creative caregivers. We are worthwhile. We are worth our untamable wild. We are each worthy beyond measure. Let no man or being be lost. Save them all. Save us all. Love us all. Love is all.”