"Fresh melon, only a dollar apiece."
"Beans, squash, all the delights of the world!"
"The best chickens from here to the end of the world!"
Violet walked past the many stalls and wares, the smells of the village overpowering her. Her simple garb made her seem even plainer then the townsfolk, but her hair and her eyes made her stood out, like a parrot in a flock of pigeons.
Violet stopped suddenly as she spied a small girl selling hand-made flowers. They were none like she had ever seen before. As clear as glass yet looking at them they looked unbreakable. When the light of the sun passed through them it looked like a small rainbow on the other side.
"Hello, what's your name?"
The girl with her sad blue eyes looked at her, "My name is Alyssa. I know your name is Violet." The voice did not sound like a child's, it was more ghostly. But suddenly as the voice had spoken, it changed. "Would you like to buy a flower miss?"
Violet was mystified. How can this child have two voices, like two different people? But Violet did not ask the girl anymore. "Oh, yes. I would love to buy a flower."
"Which one do you want?...Oh, yes. Which one do you want Violet?" Violet looked up from the threadbare carpet on which the girl sat. The voice had changed again and it was chilling.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Violet's voice was shaking as badly as flowers in the wind. No one moved or looked at Violet; it was as though everything had frozen in place.
"Don't be afraid, little one. My name is Alyssa…I am what people might call your guardian angel. I'm here to help you."
"Help me to do what? I don't need any help!" Violet just wanted to run, but she was rooted to the ground by curiosity.
"You'll see, sooner or later you will need my help and when you do just call 'Alyssa'" The girl disappeared altogether, only a violet lay on the floor.
Violet picked up the flower and started making her way back to the castle.