I killed my sister. I wanted to feel something so badly. It didn't work.

I was on my way home when I discovered this message. It came from a lone Manabloom. The gentle glowing had caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. It had been hiding in the shade of a bush. I'm the curious sort, so there was little I could do to stop myself from knowing what mystery this flower held.

The moment I drew in the Mana, I fell back, horrified of the message that I had just permitted into my mind. What would ordinarily be a wondrous sort of flower suddenly became something horrendously vile.

Who would create such a thing as this? I begged to myself.

It couldn't be real. It had to be a lie. I couldn't possibly have stumbled across a confession of that sort. Not there, not then. Somebody must have been pulling a cruel prank, something to disturb those as curious as I had been. I had to be imagining things, I had to be dreaming, something, anything to explain what I had just experienced in a way my then young mind could comprehend.

Even though I believed it had to be a lie, I couldn't let it stay. I tore up the flower. The message it bore was too upsetting to leave it be.