Chapter 4

Amira smiled. "Of course, they will be coming. Why wouldn't they? This is the most amazing, and wonderful, and awesome ceremony ever. Everyone wants to be here, and see the blossoms, and their magic. Also see me cause I'm beautiful and Latina!" On which everyone looked at Amira weirdly.

Adella sighed, "Amira, please, don't be so ignorant. Not everyone wants to be here, and see the blossoms, and their magic. Everyone is different, and unique, and special."

The others looked at Adella and gave her a nod. 

They heard an announcement, a voice from the platform, where the mothers were sitting. It was the queen of Solara, and their mother. She had a microphone, and a speaker, and a smile. She spake to the crowd, and the garden, and the world.

"Greetings to everyone. Welcome to the ceremony of the blossoms. The ceremony where we will celebrate, and appreciate, and honor the blossoms," The crowd clapped, and cheered as she began with her intro.

She paused for a second and smiled, "There'll be games to play, activities to enjoy, new things to discover, and much more!" She said. "Are you ready, everyone? Ready to see the blossoms, and their magic and blossom yourselves!"

The crowd of young royals irrupted once again clapping, and cheering, "Yes, yes, we are ready!"

The queen smiled, "Then let the ceremony begin!"

She pressed a button, and the garden lit up. The flowers and trees, the candles and lanterns, the jewels and crystals, all shone with bright and colorful lights. The music and laughter, the joy and wonder, all filled the air with sweet and cheerful sounds. The princesses and princes, all moved with grace and harmony. The blossoms and their magic and secrets, all revealed themselves to everyone.

The ceremony of the blossoms had begun.

Meanwhile, in another land, far away from the kingdom of Solara, there were two people who were not enjoying anything. They were the queen of Origami, a small village in the kingdom of Masa, and her son, Han. They were sitting in a dark and cold room.

The queen was a strict and harsh woman, with blond hair tied up into a bun and light brown eyes. She wore a simple dress but fancy beige dress, the colors of her land. She ruled with an iron fist, and a cold heart. She did not care about the blossoms, or their magic. She only cared about power, and control, and order.

Han was her only son, and heir, thirteen years old. He had long black hair and brown eyes, and he wore a plain shirt and pants. He was smart and talented, very well-known in both Origami and Masa.

The queen looked at her son looking desperate. "Han, my son, we need to talk. About Solara, and the ceremony of the blossoms. About what they are really doing, and what we must do to stop them."

Han listened to his mother, in a curious and attentive manner. "Mother, my queen, we have talked about this before. Many times, and in many ways. You have told me why we do not find ourselves involved. And I have agreed with you and understood you."

The queen nodded resting her shoulders for a bit, "Good, my son. Then you also know that the ceremony is not what it seems. It's not a celebration nor a festival, but their game! It's a ritual, a sacrifice. They use the ceremony, and the blossoms, to calm things down. To appease the spirits, and their forces. To prevent the disaster, and the chaos."

Han looked at his mother, in a confused and surprised way. "Mother, my queen, what are you talking about? What spirits and their forces? And What disaster? What are they doing, and why are they doing it!?"

The queen looked at her son, in a frantic and paranoid way. "You do not know the truth, and the reality, and the danger." She spoke. "The time has come, my son. The time has come for the cycle to break. That they have used, abused, and corrupted."