Assault Lily – Terra”Lily” Army (R) [05/19/2022]

Twas the night before the winter festivities, the tranquil moment before the little men and women would awake and find themselves dancing in cheer and merry joy. The night watch, dazed and relaxed, drunken in the fanciful atmosphere, turned their heads casually towards the far side of the rising hill. There, despite the rather plentiful throw of flurries, a shadowy figure stood clear, slowly followed by others of the same shape and size.

At first, the town watch stared away into the distance, making a laugh amongst each other, followed by a swig of ale. But as the storm soon came to clear, the dolls were already beginning their march towards the settlement. The swarm descended with their signature pink hair and four leaf clover hair clip pinching their left ponytail.

Soon came the onslaught of the young lilies. Marching into the city with a pleasant smile without a care in the world, they walked in, completely ignorant of their surroundings. The town watch could only stare in horror, sobered up from the sudden appearance of these pink haired menaces. And in the center of it all, orchestrating the onslaught stood the prideful red haired queen, bedazzled and surrounded by the ornamented beauty of her cheerful subjects.

The vanguard rises in the front. The bulk of the main force lies here, ready to take the fight if need be. Empowered by unity, emboldened by numbers, the lilies march on, unafraid of any opposition.

A lone soldier stands up with his weapon pointed towards the horde. His fingers tremble as he approaches them. He gulps as he raises his voice. He looks, stares, gazes, into those lifeless eyes as the lilies continue to march through. Taken back, he falls to the floor as his weapon drops, leaving him in a daze, frozen still, remaining like that of the town watch.

On and on, as the moon continues its dance across the night sky, the hands on the clock maintain their spin, the lilies continue their stride. Purpose unknown, goals unclear, the dolls continue to leave their footprints in the freshly laid snow.

Onwards through the town, traversing past the night creatures whom stumble or sneak in the dark, the lilies walk on. The slumbering town, unaware of their presence, continues to sleep in absolute naivety. As the stars began to fade, with the stretching glow of the brilliant sun beyond the horizon, the lilies begin to seemingly reach the end of their journey.

By the sound of the morning rooster, the lilies vanish without a trace. The cold wind sends a shiver through the wakening town. Had the lilies been just an illusion? Were the dolls a twist of imagination created from drunken stupor? The townsmen would never know. The town watch looked at each other in disbelief as the silent town quickly bustled away with chimneys full of choking smoke and cheerful conversation.