She gazed down at her reflection in the water and cried. The monster was her. She knew it. The water had shown her what she appeared like to others with her actions. Suddenly, change was the most beautiful thing in the world, because it was then she realized that beauty was not about the face.
She was a child of the flowers. She lived with them, cared for them, protected them. And yet, she had no idea that creatures like her existed. It was always just her and the flowers. Nothing and no one else. But that was about to change.