Mavis pushed the door leading to the green house. There was an entire patch covered in red roses, the customers seemed to be buying more at this time of the year for some reason. She placed the pot within her hands beside the bed of roses. Upon setting the empty ceramic container down, she rose, shuffling her feet and reaching for a near-empty sack of soil. She returned to the pot, ensuring that the gravel was relatively level before adding an amount of soil inside.<br/><br/>There was a rumble in the distance which shook the earth. She stood up, attempting to look past the dense vegetation within the greenhouse to no avail. She turned towards the exit, just as all the glass which served as a protective barrier from the harsh climate outside for the plants, shattered. Mavis blacked out.<br/><br/>******<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>When she came to, she was in the greenhouse once again. It was divided into two halves, one half was a bed of crimson roses, with thorns which could be clearly seen, the other was an empty patch of grass, which she stood on. A figure entered the greenhouse, her eyes were turquoise, her hair was white. The girl stopped in the middle of the rose bed, the same distance between Mavis and the border of grass and crimson flowers.<br/><br/>Their eyes locked and Mavis asked cautiously, "Who are you?" <br/><br/>"I'm you. Your alter ego, Mistletienn. Together, our plants will flourish. Will you aid me?"<br/><br/>"Yes."</span><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Mistletienn grunted as she pushed herself off the ground. She picked up the spectacles on the ground and hung them around her collar. Red, red petals were falling from the sky, out of nowhere and they were everywhere. She exited the ruined house, taking in the world before her for the first time, it was ugly beyond comprehension, it was a dull and monochrome-coloured place. But that was going to change. Now.<br/><br/>She walked past the ruined metal-wrought fence, gathering petals into her palm to form a maroon seed. She dropped it onto the ground and stomped on it, driving it into the pavement, cracking the concrete. Now, with slight amounts of water, the seed will become her refuge and her next ally. Moisture within the air created a small crack within the seed and a crimson stalked edged out of its armored shell cautiously. A speeding object caught her attention. She assessed the incoming threat, taking the features of this new threat in.<br/><br/>The back of her shirt ripped open and two black stalks surged towards the motorcyclist, impaling him. The stalked shifted the limp body over the seed, watering it with crimson drops. The shell shattered as the stalk seemed to leap upwards and roots cracking the pavement, and a good portion of the road. From the top of the stalk, a scarlet rose of monsterous proportions reared over the neighbourhood, sending more maroon seeds, though smaller, into the air, to reclaim Nature's inheritence.