Seeds. They
were tiny things, looking like stunted raisins more than anything else, but the
botanist at DeGradi that looked at them had verified they were seeds of the Delphinium
ajacis flower, with one exception. The seeds in front of me had a blood red hue
to their outer coating.
The botanist wanted a sample to plant, but I refused. I couldn’t be too careful. Max had kept the seeds in his stash for a reason. A quick search for the story behind those seeds gave me more than ample reason to keep them under wraps. The hero Ajax, consumed by madness, had taken his own life. From his blood the flower grew.
The botanist wanted a sample to plant, but I refused. I couldn’t be too careful. Max had kept the seeds in his stash for a reason. A quick search for the story behind those seeds gave me more than ample reason to keep them under wraps. The hero Ajax, consumed by madness, had taken his own life. From his blood the flower grew.
Stories
like that had a way of persisting. It was entirely possible that the very plant
grown from Ajax’s madness could cause such madness in others. I used tweezers
to scoop the seeds into a metal vial. Six
seeds. Wait, weren’t there eight when
I went to the botanist?