Prologue- My Name is Lavender
The first thing she could remember is a field of flowers. Beautiful purple ones.
Unseen, and untold by anyone. So why did she know their name?
The memory of flowers. She could remember nothing more of it.
She liked them. They gave her her name.
Her name is Lavender. This is how her story began:
"I do not know who I am. I don't know where I came from, or where will I go. But every morning, when I woke up, my head turned in the same direction. Yesterday, I was too little, and too afraid to find the reason. But today, curiosity took the better of me.
I left the field of lavenders, the place that gave me warmness, food and shelter.
I could eat those little things that buzzed or flew over the flowers. I could drink the water that the river provided me. I could even sleep in the small cave in the middle of the field.
But yesterday, the small cave become too small. The buzzing vanished. The water disappeared. The flowers died.
But... On the night before it happened, I remember having a dream. A dream that was never so enchanting to me as others. I can't remember much of that dream. I can only remember a warm, soft voice calling me. I'm not even sure if it was only one voice, or more.
This was the first time I heard someone talking to me. Until now, I was alone. Until now, I talked only to myself, to the sky and to the lavenders. But now... I feel that my life will never be the same.
I set on a journey. The journey of a lifetime. I don't know if I will even survive, but... I have to find that soft, warm voice calling me..."