"Blue Roses" ~ Chapter 1
Saira turns behind her one last time, gazing at those she grew so close to in such a short time- at those she called her own friends and family. Looking at each mouse, her dark gray eyes quivering slightly as she tries to hold back tears. Her friends were talking among each other, most likely about when they think she'd be back. Accidentally, she locks eyes with Blyre, who was not looking at his older brother, but was looking at her instead. His blue eyes seemed to light up at seeing her turn back, most likely hoping that she'd stay instead. Saira knew she wanted to stay, but a mouse of pure blood couldn't stay in a place with mice with abnormalities. Anyone could hurt her, or she could hurt someone. It was for the greater good. For none but the best.
Saira regrettably frowns at Blyre sadly and shrugs. Catching what she meant, Blyre's expression of hope drops, and he nods slowly. His tail fell onto the snow he did his best to keep warm against, and he turns to the group behind him. He looks at her one more time and smiles a smile trying to hide none other but pain. He holds his left paw up and salutes at her. He had picked it up once learning that Saira was friends with a former Navy Seal. She smiles, pushing back her tears, and salutes back, just to be brought to the memories of Orcat. She was an orca-mixed mouse who used to wear a cat hat the came color of her fur- or rather, her... skin? Saira never found out what she was made of. She only concluded that it certainly WASN'T
She turns forward and continues walking for about 2 minutes in the snow, wrapping her furry arms and paws around her body. She never got used to the cold. She suddenly stops, noticing a golden glow on the patch of snow below but in front of her. She looks up to find what she knew was the familiar tab.
"Are you sure you want to leave? You will officially be done
here, and everything you have accomplished will be reset."
Saira looks back one more time to find everyone looking at her. They all smile gently at her. She notices that Blyre was missing from the group, and immediately feels bad. She didn't mean to upset him. But this is something she and she alone has to do.
It's for the greater good.
She smiles back at them weakly, then turns forward. Slowly, she reaches out for the " Yes, reset" option. Everyone's hopes have been achieved, their dreams no longer there. She had done this. Saira alone brought happiness to the town of mice. Brought warmth to the cold they suffered in for so long. And now, all of this will be erased. Sadness would be brought back to the town. Nobody would remember her, or anything she's ever done.
Is this REALLY what she wanted? Greater good, greater good...
Saira thought to herself silently. Her paw shakes as it hovers near the best option, and, finally, she presses the button. It turns green for a moment, then it and the tab disappear. Slowly, Saira watches, tears in her eyes, as she slowly starts to fade and turn into dust. Dust that will blow in the wind and spread throughout the town. Dust that will start the 10 second countdown until everything now dissipates, and a new town is generated.
All for the greater good.
She felt no pain as the last of her legs disappeared into the pile of dust sitting below her torso. Nobody could see her turning into dust- it would be very... graphic for them. Like seeing a dead, disembodied corpse. No, all they could see was her slowly fading. But no dust. However, they were aware that 10 seconds after Saira would disappear completely, everything would be erased, disappear, and they would die. That never worried them, though. Never seemed to worry them, anyway. They can be regenerated automatically. Whenever Saira decided to come back.
As the last of her head disappears, tears of pure crystal fall to the snowy ground, just after the remainder of dust and blue flower petals flies with the rest of the wind. The wind that would technically kill this particular town, this particular set of coding that has become her video game. The town seems to lose its coloring as the dust flies about town. Loved ones hug and clutch onto each other like they never have before, and those that somewhat hated each other exchanged handshakes, hugs, and words before running off.
Among the many mice scattering about, nobody seemed to have noticed the blue rose on the ice-covered ground. The one that refused to fly.
They never could have imagined the unusual pain Saira was in at the moment as she hovered in the dark abyss that has become her starting point.
And Saira never noticed the one blue petal stuck to the very black and blue striped scarf Blyre made for her, the petal belonging to the blue rose that Blyre himself gave to her.