#evannature

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Snow Flower

The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child's hand in the other. The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves. "Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime," the woman said with a smile. "You can go play in the field, but don't drift too far from me, okay?" Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color. Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures! The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily. "Wait, Mr. Butterfly!" he giggled as he followed the butterfly's glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it. It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. "M-Mama?" he called out, to where there was no answer. "Mama??" When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.

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Dark Forest

The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child’s hand in the other. The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves. "Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime,” the woman said with a smile. “You can go play in the field, but don’t drift too far from me, okay?” Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color. Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures! The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily. "Wait, Mr. Butterfly!” he giggled as he followed the butterfly’s glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it. It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. “M-Mama?” he called out, to where there was no answer. “Mama??” When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.

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Black Flowers

The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child’s hand in the other.

The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves.

“Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime,” the woman said with a smile. “You can go play in the field, but don’t drift too far from me, okay?”

Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color.

Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures!

The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily.

“Wait, Mr. Butterfly!” he giggled as he followed the butterfly’s glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it.

It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. “M-Mama?” he called out, to where there was no answer. “Mama??” When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.

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Nightmarish Nature RP

The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child's hand in the other. The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves. "Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime," the woman said with a smile. "You can go play in the field, but don't drift too far from me, okay?" Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color. Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures! The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily. "Wait, Mr. Butterfly!" he giggled as he followed the butterfly's glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it. It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. "M-Mama?" he called out, to where there was no answer. "Mama??" When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.

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A Gift Fit for a King

It was cold. Oh was it so cold. The wind was howling, lifting some of the snow into the air. The area was covered in a blanket of snow and if Mama knew he was here, he would be in such big trouble. If she knew who he was with, he would be in even bigger trouble. Still. This was important to him and he had to do it. 

The six year old Nature Prince was bundled in what seemed to be many fur coats, which were given to him by his mother for any winter. He had decided using all of them would shield him from the cold. His feet were ok, as whenever he took a step, the ground would spread and tiny flowers would emerge. Though, these only lasted whenever he took a step. On his side was a small satchel and inside was something very special to him. 

In the distance, he heard the voice of his guide and friend call out to him. He looked up and saw that he had fallen behind rather far. The Nature Prince picked up his satchel from the snow and began running through the powdery white substance. 

As he got closer, he giggled as he stepped on black sand. He heard a chuckle and smiled as he hurried to grab the hand of his friend, who had shielded himself with a black cloak. 

"Are we almost there, Papa?" the little boy squeaked through the howls of the wind. The figure seemed to nod and lifted his hand, pointing ahead. Evan looked up, peeking ahead with his bright pink eyes. There was a cavern in the distance that seemed to be made completely of snow and ice. To Evan, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Well, besides from the beautiful things Mama made, this was a close second.

A shiver ran up his spine and he was pulled closer to the black cloak by his Papa. His Papa led him further inside and motioned to a figure up ahead. This was the person his Papa wanted him to meet. This person was sitting on the edge of ice and snow, his feet dangling off the side.

Evan soon felt Papa nudge him forward as he stayed back. Evan nervously began moving forward and when he got to the figure, he sat down beside him. For a man, this friend of Papa's was beautiful. With white silvery hair and a gorgeous blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean, he was beautiful.

"Remember your manners, Evan. Introduce yourself to King Frost first and then you may speak. I will be right here with you."

That's right. His Papa was right behind him. He took in a deep breath as he fidgeted.

"H-Hello, Mr. King," he said both out of nervousness and the frigid cold air. "My name is E-Evan Nature. My Papa brought me here c-cause he said y-you're important to h-him." The little Nature Prince began digging into his satchel, a few items clinking together.

The Nature Prince smiled as he pulled out what appeared to be a crown made of leaves, thorns, vines, and a few brightly colored flowers. "Papa told me that you were a k-king," he said softly. "B-But a king needs a crown! Papa told me that you were a w-winter spirit so I made you a c-crown with winter flowers!" 

Evan pointed to a brightly colored dark pink flower. "This is called a C-Christmas Cactus!" Then he pointed to a small, smooth red flower. "And this i-is called an A-Amaryllis Flower!" Next, he pointed to small flower that had pink and yellow coloring. "Th-This is a Moth O-Orchid!" Finally, he pointed to a six petaled, soothing blue colored flower. "A-And then this one i-is called a Sq-Squill!" 

The little nature prince smiled as he held the crown in his hands, fidgeting slightly before he stood. "Since you're r-really special to my Papa, I want to give you this," he said quietly. The boy stood on his tippy toes and gently placed the crown on his head. He giggled and clapped his hands while he jumped up and down in joy. "It's a gift from me and Papa!" 

Evan looked back and ran over to his Papa, who had pulled down his cloak to reveal himself to be none other than Pitch Black. Evan hugged Pitch and giggled softly, hiding a light blush on his cheeks.