Chapter 3. Fairy Drop (3)

The sprout flapped two leaves.

‘How was it? Is this your first time seeing this? Is it fun? Isn’t it amazing?’

“…Ah.”

The child sighed in admiration. The sprout was also thrilled. The child’s voice it had heard for the first time was so soft that it thought he was beautiful despite the sound of metal scraping his vocal cords.

A dazzling brilliance could be seen in his pale pale blue eyes. The child’s eyes were still hazy like a misty sky, but he still felt alive as a human being. It was different from the helpless look he had before.

The sprout was excited and shook the leaf.

‘Not enough. I want to see more, more, more of your different sides.’

The sprout wanted to ask the child,

‘What shape do you like?’

The body has not yet been fixed. Until the sprout was born as a fairy, it could change into any shape it wanted.

As time passed, the buds grew. The sprout looked at the shapes of plants in knowledge and pondered the appearance of the body.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea to just choose an existing plant, but I wanted to become a child’s favorite if possible, so referring to his reaction, it changed the shape of the stem and leaves to create the body.

The child also carefully felt the leaves and stems with his fingers.

The child seemed to like bright colors that were not seen around, so it dyed its body with a color close to the light pink. The stems were smoothed out to avoid piercing the child if the thorns were raised. For the child who frequently touched the leaves, fresh and strong leaves were grown.

The child stared blankly at the sprout, which had grown so fast that it could no longer be called a sprout, with his eyes glimmering.

The soft yet fresh plant did not show any signs of wear and tear as if it were a puddle, so the frequency of the child reaching out increased.

The child’s gaze was ecstatic as if he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, and his hand was gentle as if he was caring for the weakest thing. The plant felt so cherished that it stretched out its leaves like photosynthesis in the absence of light. However…

‘Not enough. Show me a different side of you.’

It was thirsty because there wasn’t enough. The plant loved the light in the child’s eyes and the way he touched it, but the child was still mentally exhausted.

“…”

The child had been staring at it all day, even when it was a pool of puddle, but now he was even clinging to its side.

However, as much as when he felt the presence of the man coming, he got up quickly and hurriedly went to the front of the door at an angle to cover the plant and stood there.

“You’re so smart these days.”

“Yes.”

“Well, now I’ve got an answer. You’re finally doing something I like.”

The child was quickly pulled out of the room with his usual expressionless expression. But the plant knew the child’s heart was beating like it was going to explode. It was such a loud beat that the leaves trembled.

‘What is so scary?’

The plant did not understand the child’s fear because it didn’t know anything about the child…

So, overlooking the cause of the child’s fear, it grew its size, and the catastrophe came not long after.

“Damn, what is this?”

At last, the man saw the plant, and he came to the plant with ferocious footsteps. The child jumped between the plant and the man in a convulsive state, covering the plant. Witnessing the child’s urgent desperation, the man’s flared with anger.

“You bastard, you pretended to be a good listener to hide this!”

Wham!

The child’s back was slammed against a wall and rolled over. The plant was so startled that it froze as the chains rattled and scratched the floor.

As the man spit and tried to approach the plant again, the child managed to crouch around the plant.

“Move!”

The child’s body continued to shake violently. A heavy breath came out and spilled onto the plant. The man grabbed the child roughly and tried to get him up, but the child struggled to hold on to the floor.

The child tried to protect the plant by drawing out all the strength he had normally hidden, but his stature was too small for the man, and there was no groove on the floor to hold onto. Eventually, he grabbed him by the nape of his neck and fell back again.

Stomp! Stomp!

The man trampled and crushed the defenseless plant. The fragile leaves were torn to shreds and clung to the floor, dripping with gooey sap. The man was rubbing the plant to the ground, pressing hard with his heel, and suddenly his feet moved away.

“Ugh!”

While the man was being pushed by force and fell on his butt, the child trembled and tried to gather the plant scattered here and there with his messed up hands.

… Unable to think in shock by the sudden violence, the plant shuddered as the hot liquid fell on its body.

“…”

The man’s face, who had been sitting down with a bewildered face, was dyed dark red because he could not understand the situation.

“I’ll report and see you later. You are dead.”

The man jumped up and looked down at the remnants of the plant as if sneering at the remnants and kicked the door to go out. The child didn’t care whether the man went out or not. He simply looked down at the messed up plant in disbelief. The child’s eyes, staring blankly at the plant, were wet and damp like soaked paper.

The plant that was crushed were soaked in the child’s tears.