"This is the story, of how I die." That line, said by our Prussian narrator is how this story begins.
"Oh, don't worry, this is actually a rather fun story, and the truth is, it's not even mine. This is the story of a girl, name Elizaveta. And it starts, with the sun. Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the sky. And from this small drop of sunlight, grew a magic golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick, and injured." As the unknown Prussian said this, an elderly man, emerged from the bushes. Staring right at the flower. "Oh, yes an