Ohana walked through the snowy fields. She had gotten a glimpse of her destination a ways off, the pink she was looking for was a stark contrast to the bleak white of the snow.
It was mid-spring, and winter had thrown one last snowstorm over the land. It would melt soon enough. The coolness of the snow was tempered by the warmth of the sun.
The tree rose up before her, and Ohana paused for a moment to admire it. Ordinarily, there wouldn't have been any trees like it in this area, but she had brought it as a small sapling long ago. Cherry blossoms had always calmed her down when she was upset, and now this was the last one.
The wars had taken the rest. Pillagers and barbarians, ruthless people who cared only for destruction, had laid waste to the grove that had stood by her village for generations. She could still remember the beauty of the grove all blossoming at once.
Ohana and her mother had fled the area when word came that the war was making its way south towards them. But before t