Lotus. The power to bloom.
Four a gift but with them , the fifth , a curse.
White, where purity unfolds in petals, a lotus whispering tales of noble beginnings.
Red, the lotus ablaze, each petal a testament to passions that ignite the night.
Blue, serenity takes form, a lotus caressed by the gentle ripples of calm dreams.
Purple, a lotus with petals dipped in the mystique of shadows, revealing secrets through hues.
Dark, a curse veiled in shadows, waiting for the unwary to awaken its sinister wit.
Oh may the Dark Lotus never bloom.
Oh may the Dark Lotus never bloom.
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"What do you mean , you have to leave again Lancelot?"
Lancelot refused to answer. He didn't know how he was going to.
As the dawn sky transitioned into the light of new day. The White Lotus stood at the gates of the village , held back from running away by the only one friend he had left.
Was he just going to do the same thing again?
"Lancelot, why do you have to leave again?" Karen questioned, her eyes searching his face for answers.
Silence lingered as Lancelot grappled with an unspoken dilemma, torn between a mysterious calling and the bonds he had forged.
Karen wondered, "Will you repeat the cycle, Lancelot?"
"Lancelot, please," Karen implored, her eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and hurt.
Lancelot's silence weighed heavily, his struggle evident in the subtle tension of his shoulders. "Karen, it's not about you. There are things... I can't put into words."
Her frustration grew, "You just got back, and now you're vanishing again without saying why?"
He hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly towards the village. "It's not that simple. I... I can't explain well."
"That's the thing about you !" Karen shouted , her throat aching with frustration and tears burning down her cheeks , " You never tell anyone anything! What about Michio and Ai?
A heavy silence lingered, amplifying the difficulty of expressing the inexpressible. Eventually, he whispered, "I'm sorry," and walked away, leaving Karen with unanswered questions and the echoing footsteps of a man compelled by forces beyond explanation.
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Despite the absence of his teacher, Lancelot, Michio remained a whirlwind of energy in the village. His boisterous laughter and boundless enthusiasm filled the air as he trained tirelessly, compensating for the lack of sword skills with his robust physique and innate talent for hand-to-hand combat.
The training ground became a spectacle of agile movements and rapid punches, as Michio's hands danced through the air with a grace that defied his age. Villagers often gathered to watch in amazement as he showcased a unique blend of strength and agility.
Karen, observing Michio's dedication, couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and concern. "Michio, you don't always have to rely on your strength. You should consider picking up the sword again," she suggested, her voice tinged with worry.
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