Amon, The Legendary Overlord

Initially, Barbara panicked as she didn’t know what would happen. However, she soon relaxed because she felt the emotions of the small tree, which was less than 150 cm tall.

It was strange, to say the least, but not as frightening as when she was caught off guard, having her hand grabbed by the branch of this small tree.

Countless thoughts passed through her mind in just a few seconds. Barbara felt herself thinking faster than usual as she connected with this small tree. Soon, she understood what the small tree wanted and more or less what it was.

“You are the little seed from before, right?” Barbara said.

Although the small tree didn’t respond with words, the feelings it conveyed to her were affirmative.

“I see…” Barbara said. “You want me to share my power with you, right? Will this be of any help to him?” She pointed to Amon.

She received another affirmative response.

“If that’s the case, all right.” Barbara said. “I agree to share my power with you.”

The small tree shook its green leaves, passing a joyful vibration like a small child who had received confirmation that they could eat sweets, and soon began to absorb some of Barbara’s powers.

That wasn’t all; something appeared on the wrist of Barbara’s left arm, a kind of seed germinating. Very similar to the appearance of the seed she saw Amon holding before.

“This is…”

Before she could form her own theories, the small tree conveyed its feelings about it. It was a symbol of the bond between them.

“I see…” Barbara murmured in understanding.

To her surprise, the small tree began to glow in gold and blue. Then, the branches started to shrink, leaving only two that, magically, took the form of human arms, as white as snow. The same happened with the lower part, creating a pair of equally white legs.

To get a better view, Barbara conjured a small bonfire of blue flames not far away, illuminating much of the area around them. The flames danced softly, casting a magical and welcoming glow, allowing her to see every detail of the transformed girl clearly.

In moments, the tree took the form of a girl of about 10 years old, with long wavy emerald-colored hair. Her eyes were similar to Amon’s, but a caramel yellow.

As she looked at Barbara, the girl made a green dress cover her body, transforming her into a beautiful little princess. The dress seemed to be made of delicate leaves, shining with an emerald tone that enhanced her natural beauty. She twirled gracefully, showing off the charming dress, which seemed to have been taken straight out of a fairy tale.

“My God, how cute and adorable!” exclaimed Barbara, melting at the sight of the girl’s appearance. She almost couldn’t resist the urge to hug the lovely creature, especially because the girl looked like a younger version of her mixed with Amon.

“Your appearance… It’s like you are my and Amon’s daughter…” murmured Barbara, blushing.

“Ahh, ahhh…” The small tree, now transformed into a little girl, cleared her throat and did a little vocal exercise. Soon, she smiled beautifully at Barbara, but showed confusion as she touched her cheek with her thumb. Tilting her head to the side, she asked, “I, daughter?” and pointed to Barbara and then to Amon: “You are mommy and… he is daddy?”

“Kyahh! So cute!”

Barbara felt as if she had received a critical hit. She placed her left hand on her heart, followed by her right, as emotion flooded her chest. She was speechless for a moment, looking at the girl with a mix of surprise and tenderness.

“Kyahh!” The little green-haired girl imitated Barbara, placing her hands on her chest. Then, she let out a giggle with her incredibly pleasant voice: “Hahaha~”

“Do you have a name?” Barbara asked.

The little girl stopped laughing and twirling, and placed her index finger on her cheek again, looking confused: “A name?”

“Yes, a name.” Barbara pointed to herself: “My name is Barbara.” Then, she pointed to Amon: “He is Amon. And you, what is your name?”

“Name, name…” The little girl murmured with her incredibly sweet and childish voice, making Barbara’s heart melt once again.

However, her confused voice as she murmured “name” made Barbara feel a pang in her chest, not fully understanding why.

“Mommy.” Stopping her thoughts, the little girl approached at an impressive speed, grabbing Barbara’s hand with her two small hands. She looked up into Barbara’s eyes with her bright caramel-colored eyes: “Give me a name, a name!”

“This…” Barbara didn’t know how to respond to this plea. Although she immediately understood that the little girl didn’t yet have a name, she didn’t know if she could give her one, believing it was something Amon should decide.

Seeing this, the little girl seemed to get sad: “A name?” she said again.

Biting her lower lip, Barbara made a decision. For now, she could give the little girl a name. If Amon didn’t like it (which she found unlikely), he could change it later.

“Your name will be Flora, how about that?” said Barbara, with a small smile, as she stroked the incredibly soft hair of the little girl.

Barbara chose this name because she remembered reading that Flora has Latin origins and means “flower” or “blooming.” It is associated with the Roman goddess of flowers and spring, symbolizing beauty, nature, and renewal. Looking at the little girl, she believed it fit perfectly since Flora was originally a seed that sprouted into a small tree.

“Flora, Flora…” murmured the girl several times before breaking into a wide smile, stepping away from Barbara and twirling while letting out a happy squeal: “Uhh, uhhh~!” and she said aloud, with a sparkling and pleasant voice like a bell: “My name is Flora~!”

Barbara smiled, seeing that she liked it.

Suddenly, little Flora stopped twirling and began to shine. Barbara was a bit worried but then felt a sense that the name ‘Flora’ had been registered.

It was an extremely peculiar situation for her.

Then, little Flora, shining in golden and green light, cupped her hands together. Barbara saw her use her blue flames, which blended with Amon’s golden lightning. Strands of blue flames and golden lightning began to swirl in a spherical shape, expanding.

When the sphere reached the size of a basketball, just above Flora’s hands, she launched it upward; in an instant, Barbara understood Flora’s intention: to create a small star that stood out in the sky, illuminating the place.

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Illustrative image of Flora available on Discord.

Edited by: CharlesGlebit