Flower patch kid

Followed by the sound of agonizing sobs filling the corridors. The once defiant handmaid had crumbled to the floor, in tears and holding her swelling cheek. The other handmaid knelt down beside her rubbing her back, trying to comfort her friend. Just then, one of the palace page boys made his way down the corridor, approaching the king with a terracotta vase. You made all of this happen, this is all your fault! Slowly and thoroughly, Acaste and Ianthe tried to approach Kore, who was currently tending to the pomelia shrubs.

Ianthe took one look at Kore, and already began to rethink this idea. Ianthe paused for a moment, still hesitant and uneasy with how Kore would react. She turned back over to Acaste, looking upon her with a sweaty face. However it was too late. Kore fell to her knees, feeling her hair grow heavier and heavier, like the weight of her pain and her increasing guilt.

She grabbed a handful of what was left of them and held it close to her heart, and spoke to them as if they were still there. Although she thought no one understood her, they did. No one else in this world understood her better than they did, and she took that for granted. But suddenly, a thought had occurred to her.

The reason for this horrific and senseless misfortune. Her voice had become numb and worn out, that she began succumbing into the darkness around her. She just sat there, hugging her knees, and rocking herself back and forth. Each spiteful remark, kept playing on repeat in her mind.

She felt his cold eyes glaring at her. She felt his palm striking her face. The princess hated this feeling, so much that she grabbed onto a strand of her own hair, plucking it out, one by one. Her nose sniffled and her lips trembled, before a great sob escaped her. She covered her face with her knees, as warm tears spilled from her eyes and onto her dress. For as long as she had been alive, her father made it very clear he despised her, taking out his frustration out on her whenever he pleased.

While her mother was very kind to her and their people, she only smiled on rare occasions, and there were days where the princess would see her poor mother shedding tears. For years, the princess was made to believe that everything was her fault. She was the reason why her father was so angry all the time. She was the reason why her mother was no longer with her anymore. The young girl wanted to tell her mother she was sorry for the pain Erysticton said she caused her. She wanted her mother to take her away from this horrible place of torture and misery.

She needed to look upon someone with gentle eyes, instead of cold ones that would stare daggers. She needed to feel a warm and loving embrace, instead of being beaten and thrown like a rag doll. With a scythe in hand, Kore sliced her way through the tall barley crops, as fast as she could in order to get to the garden before the unexpected intruder could destroy any more flowers.

Kore stood there dumbfounded at what she was seeing. She quivered in fear as she watched the mortals vigorously dig up the flowers, barbarically yanking on them, beating them senseless with their mattocks, and crushing them with their feet. Please stop! Using the handle of the scythe, Kore slowly picked herself up off the ground, but the voice kept coming back. Suddenly, a familiar feeling overwhelmed the goddess.

An unstoppable feeling she had since she was born. Who could ever love a pathetic thing like you? In an instant Kore completely blacked out from the moment, but something about her changed, as if she were a different being. Red thorns were growing out of her hair. Her muscles were becoming much more tense and strong. The mortals tried getting back to work, but suddenly they heard a deep but loud and powerful sounding-voice.

They all turned around, only to find that it was the same goddess that timidly asked them to stop earlier. The face of the man that pushed the Goddess of Spring earlier, suddenly dropped and showed great remorse.

Standing there, drenched in a strange fluid that was unfamiliar to her, as she watched the others tending to the body with a red stump on top. The feeling had died down a bit, but the damage had already been done. She was left with nothing but her own horror and panic at what she had done Suddenly, the oldest man in the group stepped forward, blocking the younger one from getting near the goddess.

While the rest of the group were holding down the young man, the elder slowly made his way over to the shaking goddess. Despite his kind words and efforts to cheer her up, none of them seemed to take away this great shame she was feeling.

Kore began to panic in a way she had never felt before. As the panic spiraled, so did her powers. Her shoulders grew leaves and winged tree branches were sprouting out of her back. She followed the terrified men across the land, leading her straight to what appeared to be a tiny city.

From her great height, Kore began to realize that her powers were starting to manifest. Growing ever so rapidly, the white marble buildings were minutes away from being overrun with twisted green vines, that her own powers conjured up. Resting on top of an elevated masonry platform, lies the grandest and most elegant building in all of the city.

But from the distance, Kore watched in dread, seeing the once beautiful structure, slowly demolish as it began to split into two. Then suddenly her uncontrollable powers began to summon a rising tree, causing even more uncontrollable chaos and destruction. Please stop growing! King Erysichton slowly began to regain consciousness, only to find one of the page boys lying on top of him.

Rather than thanking this kind gentleman, Erysichthon shoved him aside to further inspect the damage that took place moments ago. The people of Sicily call her Persephone! Instead of taking the news of a goddess causing havoc on their kingdom seriously, Erysichthon just crossed his arms over his chest. Nonsense, there hasn't been one in years! Almost right on cue, the tree started to grow at an even faster rate than ever before. Causing the ground to shake violently again, breaking off even more parts of the palace floor and almost sending the king falling down a deep ditch.

Luckily, the two page boys were able grab hold of the king, and hoisting him back up. If we hurry we could evacuate the entire palace, and meet with everyone there! The young princess removed her head from her knees, to find that one of the window shutters had been ripped wide open, completely breaking the tight knots that her father had placed before.

Then followed another open window…. Curious, the princess crawled over to windows, noticing something green, long, almost slender-looking slowly making its way inside her bedroom. Grabbing hold of one of them, she took a quick glance at it. It was all warped and twisted, like a tree branch. Suddenly, the young girl started to hear loud ear-piercing noises coming from out the window. Curious, the child grabbed a wooden stool from the corner to help her get a closer look out the window.

Only to find the same strange and unfamiliar plants growing in every inch of the kingdom, grasping onto everything it touches and reducing it to ruins. The noises she was hearing earlier came from all across the town. People were shouting and running, trying to get away from the destruction that these plants were causing. Then out of nowhere, a gigantic pink hand dropped from the sky picking up as many people it could. Only for them to come back down a few seconds later. Some dropped to their feet, continuing to run as fast as they could.

Others just layed on the ground when they fell, staying still, motionless with their eyes wide open. Despite her young age, everything she was seeing felt so surreal, that she was convinced that she fell asleep and this was just a bad dream. Making sure, the young girl grabbed a patch of skin, pinching it tightly. Immediately afterwards, the long green plants grew rapidly, spreading its way around the room. Becoming too big and too long, that there was nowhere else to run to or hide, except under the archway where her locked door happened to be.

Desperate and afraid of what these strange plants were capable of doing. Taking the instructions, the princess took a few steps back, watching the door get chopped down by an axe. The hole in the door grew larger and larger, each swing that the axe took, revealing that the princess' handmaids had come to rescue her. Holding tightly to her hand, as the princess was pulled swiftly out of the room, discovering that the other servants were running around frantically, and panicking from the ongoing chaos.

Together the princess and her two handmaids, were trying to make their way through the crowd as fast as they could. But before she could finish that sentence, the handmaid was immediately grabbed by someone, or something, along with a few other palace servants who suffered the same fate. The last thing that princess and her the other handmaid heard from her was a chilling blood curdling scream, before disappearing into something unspeakable and vile.

The other handmaiden felt her adrenaline rushing even faster through her veins, as she was the one who saw what with her own eyes. Despite being spared the details of what had taken place, the young princess was more afraid than ever. But just like before, the first handmaid started screaming bloody murder as she was being pulled away. However, this time, no one was able to shield the princess from the stomach churning scene unfolding before her little eyes. Erysichthon ran to the tree to see what kind of nonsense his daughter was cooking up this time.

Only to find that all of his servants had been hung by vines, with their bodies swinging lifelessly high above the ground. Enraged by the setback, Erysicthon grasped tightly onto his daughters, so tight that he almost dug his nails into her wrist. However, the willful princess remained still. Erysichthon sighed and rolled his eyes again. Now that she had been freed, the princess ran back to the tree. Despite not being strong enough, as hard as she could, she tried to pull everyone back down.

The tree began to soar even higher, causing the ground to shake some more, but this time the shaking was stronger and more vigorous. There was no way the palace could withstand this violent nature any longer. For a brief moment, the child looked up at her father, to see that he was looking back at her with downturned eyebrows, and his lips curled up into a wide grin. And just like that, Erysichthon began to run away, leaving behind his daughter, his only child, the little girl he was supposed to love and cherish, to be slaughtered in the carnage.

The king was up and running, escaping his now dismantled kingdom. While the young princess was trapped under the rubble, left to perish alone. After a while, the tiny screams of the mortal had faded away. Everyone had either left and found refuge elsewhere, while others had met their demise amongst chaos. Kore was alone in the wreckage of her own mess. She was still overwhelmed with intense uneasiness of what she had just done.

Out of not only did she gain a guilty conscience, and two hands that were in pain. She was helping the mortal evacuate, but they were all too afraid of her, covering her hands in cuts and bruises from getting punched at, kicked at, scratched at, and getting bitten by the scared mortals.

After seeing who it was, brought a sense of comfort to Kore, but she still felt her heart aching with pain. This sweet lady he knew for years intensely sobbing, feeling sorry, and blaming herself. Inhaling and exhaling over and over again, trying to rid her body of these woes. After taking a few deep breaths, she opened her to find that she had resorted back to regular size.

Everything around her was much bigger and taller now, it was hard to believe that moments ago she caused this big disaster. After taking a nasty fall, the young princess began to open her eyes, finding herself surrounded by darkness yet again and trapped underneath something sharp and rocky, with ashes and smoke filling the air.

The child had fallen and gotten hurt many times before, but this felt different. She felt almost her entire body engulfed in a fiery pain. There was a pounding in her head, her ears were hearing a loud ringing noise, and there was an aching coming from her stomach. Her father was gone, but the child still ended up where she stared, in the dark, but this time she was feeling the weight of the rocks crushing down on her back.

So with all her might and loud as she could, she cried out, desperate for help. After hearing the mysterious voice some more, they followed it back to the tree surrounded by broken pieces of marble. Kore felt her heart submerge into panic after she heard that. Even Hermes felt a lump in throat upon hearing the mysterious voice as well. Whoever said that, sounded like a young child in desperate need of saving.

Together with Hermes, they pulled back each stone, each broken piece, desperate to get the small child out. But upon widening the opening, Kore let out a big gasp upon discovering what was underneath all of the rubble. There was a child that was stuck under there, a little mortal girl. She had deep-reddish brown hair, she was wearing a beautiful purple dress, and fresh red gashes and black and blue bruises all over her skin.

The small child was so small that she fitted almost perfectly in her arms. She looked down, finding almost her entire forearm covered in the same red fluid that was all over her when she beheaded the mortal man much earlier.

It was clear from the expression on her face, she was on the verge of panicking again. He tried to make his voice sound collected, in order to calm himself, Kore, and the little girl down.

My head But instead of answering, the child held up her own hand back to him, raising up five fingers. Even though her mother could be overbearing sometimes, it was all she knew.

But immediately the little girl shook her head, this time a little more rapidly. Hermes reached out his hands, thinking she was going to hand him the child. But instantly, Kore got up off the ground, and placed the mortal girl over her shoulder. With shaking hands, Demeter bent down to grab the remains of Acaste and Ianthe, wondering how the mortals could do such a thing? How could they be so heartless and break their promise to her? The two goddesses turned their heads to see Kore come running straight towards them.

She was soiled from head to toe, and she appeared to be holding something small in her arms. Kore felt her knees going weak from all of the running, so she dropped to her knees. Slow down! Hecate bent down to the ground to be on their same level.

Before she could say anything, Hermes swooped in out of nowhere, landing straight onto the field. However upon seeing him, Demeter was up and in arms. As Hermes was explaining to Demeter and Hecate what had happened before, Kore finally got a moment alone with the mortal child. Although this girl had wounds all over, when the goddess held her in her arms, she thought she looked very delicate and sweet. Her lips were nice and pink, and her face looked soft and plump.

However, what stood out to Kore the most were her eyes. Most mortals she had seen either had brown, blue, and green eyes, but these eyes were rare. They were almost violet-like, but a little bit brighter, and had a strong glimmer to them. Her eyes reminded Kore of amethyst crystals she found inside a broken rock. She leaned forward and pressed her head forward, pressing her forehead against hers as more tears began to fall. This stranger was weeping, but it was for her.

This woman was pleading for her to live, showing care and decency, despite knowing nothing about her. Despite feeling her arm growing weaker, she mustered up any amount of strength she had left to reach out her hand.

Kore was a bit startled upon feeling something rubbing the right side of her face. Quickly, she looked over discovering that the little girl was caressing her cheek with her thumb, swiping away her tears. But on this bittersweet day, fate had decreed they would. They sat there, just holding each other. Once Hermes wrapped up what he had to say, immediately Demeter rushed over to her daughter and the child.

Despite looking stone-faced, she too seemed intrigued with this mysterious little girl. Still unsure if that was the truth. Without hesitation, Kore passed the mortal child over to her mother. Now that she had the mortal child in her arms. She turned her head towards Hecate and Hermes, gesturing over to Kore so they could whisk her away. After getting washed, dried, and completely stripped of any evidence of what had taken place earlier, Kore was led back to her bed chamber.

Although she longed for having a place to sleep alone, getting into this bed now without her friends by her side, and possibly never again, felt so peculiar to her. With her aching heart, she wanted so desperately for this day to be over and wake up believing it was all a bad dream. She wanted to believe that they were still here with her. But then her eyes shifted towards Hermes.

Upon hearing that, Kore sat up and threw her arms around Hermes, pulling him in for a warm embrace. Before exiting the room, Hecate and Hermes watched the goddess close her eyes, drifting away into a peaceful sleep. After stepping back into the garden, the Messenger God and the Goddess of Magic stopped in their tracks at what they were seeing.

In one hand, Demeter had the child resting in her arms. The stained purple dress she had on before, had been removed and she was now dressed in the shirt Hermes gave to her.

While in her other hand, Demeter held a giant bronze shovel. Demeter looked down at the hole Hermes was digging, it looked deep enough and big enough to fit her in. Hermes climbed out of the hole whipping away the sweat from his brow. But before Demeter was about to lay the mortal child, she stopped for a moment after she heard her whimpering. Hearing this girl whimper and cry made her feel nostalgic.

It reminded her of when Kore was small and the same age as this girl. She remembered a time when her little Kore was scared to swim in the lake, but just being there for comfort and guidance, helped her overcome it.

It was something Kore and Demeter rarely did now, and was lost so long ago, but hopefully with this child, it could work as well. Now just imagine you're in a beautiful garden, like this one. I had a blue-eyed doll and a brown-eyed doll. My mom was awesome and replaced both three times since I would either lose them or the stitching would come out from dragging them around. Glad to know someone else remembers them!

Stormy - October 02, - Report this comment. I have looked all over for them and can't seem to find one. My mom actually found one like I had as a little girl at a thrift shop. Mel - March 26, - Report this comment. I had three, authentic, Cabbage Patch dolls, and then my uncle bought me one of these for Christmas one year.

Mine looked like the one in the picture brown pigtails but with different clothes. Peta - June 04, - Report this comment. I have one called Dee Dee, named because when I was eight, my brother who was only three, had a stutter and couldn't say dolly so it was d - d - d hence Dee Dee. He looks exactly like the one in the picture but he's bald.

I had one looked just like the one in that picture I can not remember her name, I had to save up and get her on my own because all my friends had CabbagePatch Kids but they were to much for me, and my stepfather would not get me one. And at slumber parties I did not want not to have anything at all. Till this day I do not get into fads,because of that. It felt to bad not to be able to have what my friends did. Wow, this brought back memories! It is a bittersweet memory.

I remember they had pigtails because they were bald underneath. I loved mine, even if it made us differernt. I just found this page because a friend of the family found one in a box at a garage sale and bought it for my daughter - how cool! Shantelle - June 19, - Report this comment. I had one named Georgia Anne with a weird light brown shade of hair My sister had one with blonde pigtails.

Georgia Bentz - November 02, - Report this comment. I had a flower patch kid, she had blonde hair and big blue eyes with the same type of booties. She came with brown overalls. I named her Violet because of the "Flower Patck Kids" theme on the box. I loved that doll I have one. They are not called flower patch dolls.

They were produced by the "blue box" company. They are called flower kids dolls. I have 2 of them that are boys. I still have my original one I had when I was little. It is my best toy without a doubt. My second favorite was my Lion - O action figure lol. I still have my flower patch doll..

I always thought it was a cabbage patch up until a few months ago when I found info on the net!!! My dolly was named Tammy and she has yellow hair.. I believe my older brother bought them for us when we were very young I think iwas only 3 years old. Carol - September 08, - Report this comment. My daughter received her flower patch kid on her 5th birthday. Myrtle has seen better days.

I would love to replace her. Blonde hair in a pony tail. Patti - November 12, - Report this comment. My daughter had a Flower Patch girl doll.

It had blond hair and blue eyes. I am looking to replace it. Can anyone help me? Tyffani - November 30, - Report this comment. I have a Flower Kids doll that I am looking to sell.