Lily and The Calligrapher

“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, Sergeant. I never asked for your input” the dark man scowled and furrowed his brow.

“And I never asked for you to destroy my life. “ quipped the slender women, golden hair catching the breeze from a nearby window.

“He focused on you, that’s your doing not mine”

“Yes and now I’m stuck, aren’t I?” she fired back.

Lily peered at the crumpled note, its yellowing edges dating it at a century old but its message very clearly recent.

The flower of death has awakened
And now is the time for a test
Will you leave your dear family forsaken
For a man who could really care less?


Her hand steadying, Lily gripped the paper with rage-fueled purpose.

“I will play your game, Calligrapher, and I will win”