Why is it that a place that felt so somber so alluring? Perhaps the beauty of the cemetery compensated for the bitterness of death, Flora thought as she admired the immaculate lawn and the pure white marble tombstones.

The trees surrounding the place and the colorful roses of the flower beds sang a different melody than the other plants of the village; anguish mixed with melancholy traveled to the young woman's ears. The tragic song that only she could hear followed her as she walked through the stone path, with a bouquet of yellow tulips in her hand.

Buried between her responsibilities as a member of the Protectors and her job, she hadn't had time to visit her friend. Or maybe a part of her kept delaying this moment.

As the rest of the fallen during the eclipse, Zygmunt had been transferred to the cemetery once the place was reconstructed, and Flora still didn't know his grave.

Clio, who had been there before, pointed her in the direction and decided to stay by the car to give her privacy. It didn't take her much work to find it, especially because of the pot full of tulips next to it. A man was kneeling to its right, cleaning up the vessel, the dark green pants and shirt indicating that he was an employee. He must have noticed her presence because he got on his feet and turned around to greet her.

"First time visiting?" He asked as he wiped his dirty hands on his pants.

Flora looked him in the eyes and searched for any sign of hostility, she didn't find anything.

"Sorry if I'm being nosy," the man continued. "I'm just curious, and sometimes I like to have someone to talk to, the dead aren't exactly talkative."

"I think it's for the best that they don't talk. Yes, it's my first time visiting him, but I'm afraid that I'm familiar with this place."

"I'm sorry for your loss.  It's sad to see new faces around here, and lately, I'm meeting a lot of new people. I'll leave you alone," he said before taking some steps away. "I have plenty of work to do."

"Thanks for taking care of him, and for the flowers."

"Oh, I didn't bring the flowers, I was cleaning the pot. A young man brought them yesterday."

"A young man?"

"Yeah, a tall one, redhead and he had a nose piercing. Maybe you know him."

"I do, he's a good friend." A smile formed on Flora's face, she never would have guessed that Noah would remember Zygmunt's favorite flowers.

"I'll get going now, have a nice day."

The worker walked away before the blonde had the chance to answer, she saw him stop in front of another tombstone to clean it. Flora advanced in the direction of the pot, forcing a smile on her face.

"I brought you flowers," she began, adding her tulips next to Noah's. "I'm sorry for not coming sooner, things are overwhelming for everyone, you should see all the villagers running to fix the buildings or trying to reinforce their security. Do you remember when everyone would go out at night or when the neighbors you didn't know invited you to their houses? Well, it doesn't happen anymore, they see anyone as a possible enemy. Enough with the bad vibes, I have good news, you're gonna love this. Agatha convinced her manager and after your service for the village they added your photo along with the other library managers, now everyone who goes to the library will see you there. Isn't it great? You're no longer being hidden, people will remember you. I miss you."

Flora's cell phone vibrated inside her Jean's pocket, indicating the arrival of a message. Clio was letting her know that the time of their watch had come.

"I have to go, duty calls. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise. I give you the permission to haunt my dreams if it takes too long."

The young woman found her best friend waiting inside her car, the driver's window was down and the redhead took her arm outside of the vehicle to signal her to hurry up. Flora sped up her steps, as soon as she sat on the passenger seat Clio started the engine. 

No questions came out of the redhead, as always she acted just as her friend needed. The Argentinian fixed her gaze on the sky through the window, she followed the few clouds that floated by and wondered how they would feel to the touch. Could Zygmunt touch them from wherever he was?

Her peculiar train of thought got interrupted by a scream once they made it to their destination. Both friends searched for the source of the sound, they saw a woman being chased by a small group of teens not so far from them. The four attackers had a white cross hanging from their necks, the necklace only Peters' followers wore.

"We just got here and these fuckers are already creating problems," Clio complained as she parked the car.

The two young women got out of the vehicle, they crossed the street keeping calm so as not to warn their opponents of their presence. Passersby took a few glances at the situation but none of them interfered, they walked avoiding the area.

Flora grabbed some seeds from the small bag inside her pants pocket. She made two vines grow from them, one in each hand, and sent them toward the teenagers, catching two of them by the feet. She pulled the vines and the boys fell against the yellow tiles of the sidewalk.

"Nice catch," Clio praised her before a ray of electricity flew in her direction.

The redhead dodged the attack, and the ray stroked a street lamp, making it fall. Flora extended the branches of the nearest tree to hold the pole. That's when the passersby reacted, most of them ran away from the zone of the fight. Using the commotion as a distraction, the two teenagers that had been laying on the floor, stood up and tried to set their legs free.

"Not so fast," said the blonde.

A simple hand movement from the young woman led to vines rising around her opponents. One of them materialized a water jet to halt the attack, still, the plants wrapped themselves around their bodies, immobilizing them. Flora observed as the trapped boys scrambled trying to escape, she squeezed the vines tighter, for safety.

"A little help would be nice!" Clio called her friend. "One is getting away."

The fourth member of the group was about to reach the corner of the sidewalk. The redhead couldn't do anything to get to him, too busy defending herself from the attack of the giant fists of the other young man.

Flora took the bag of seeds from her pocket and initiated the chase. Determination invaded the blonde's spirit, she'll capture him one way or another, nothing could make her fail. The teenager showed his cunning by camouflaging himself among the people and using them as a shield. Flora maintained her gaze fixed on the boy, she pushed those who got in her way, earning some insults.

Three blocks had already passed, the distance between them remained the same. The teenager surprised her with his speed and resistance, a part of her was afraid that he was going to get away. And he probably would have run away, but the boy didn't see the police. He crashed into an officer. Flora saw him shiver at the man's words, then he turned around and bolted inside the nearest shop. The policeman shook his head and continued with his walk.

The perfect opportunity had presented itself and the journalist took it, as she always did. She entered the shop, immediately a burst of laughter invaded her. A gardening store, the boy tried to escape from her by entering a gardening store. The young woman listened to the flowers to find Peter's follower, she began walking in his direction.

"I know where you're, there's no point in hiding."

A flower pot flew towards her, she moved to her side and the object slammed into a sideboard, knocking over a row of small shovels.

"Is that the best you have?"

The teenager came out of his hiding spot, behind the counter, his nails had grown and seemed to be made of metal. He sprinted in the direction of the front door, knocking some plants off the shelves on the way to slow down Flora. Tired of the persecution, the young woman raised her hands, the flowers grew, then she sent them against the boy. They surrounded her forming a cocoon, he fell to the ground, helpless.

The task had been completed. Flora smirked, her eyes shone with mischief as she took the last steps toward her victim. The young woman crouched next to the boy and opened her mouth to talk, yet a scream interrupted her.

"What did you do to my store?"