Blood flower

　　There was a legend. A story. Told by the elders. Old folks. Speaking of a flower. That blooms atop a mountain. As high as the skies itself. A flower that is said to be the cure of all diseases and sickness. Bringer of wealth and health. Blood flower.
　　
　　Named for the many lives died trying to reach for the flower. For the blood spilled to reach happiness. But never weavers the hearts of the seekers. They try and try again. Many who failed and survived tried their luck again and again until death took them for itself.
　　
　　This is not a story of happiness and joy. A young man tries to reach for the flower. Months he had trained himself until the day had come when the temperature was at the least cool it could get all years.
　　
　　Packed with his supplements, he sets off his journey with one goal in his mind. To have the wealth to marry his sweetheart back home. At the bottom of the mountain, he saw a crowd gathered.
　　
　　Some were here to climb. Some were to cheer for others. At dawn, the climbers sets of in a mad race to the flower. As do the young man. They climb and climb. Stepping and kicking on others, ignoring anyone else. For the seekers of the flower were desperate people.
　　
　　By the time dusk has arrive, their numbers have dwindle to a quarter of the originals. Only about twenty climbers remained. The rest half either fallen to death or survived to try another day.
　　
　　They set up camp and waited for the dawn of a new day arrived. They only came halfway from the peak. The young man set up camp beside a man in his mid forties. They became acquainted.
　　
　　The young man learned that this man is a father who is trying for the flower to heal his dying daughter. Out of pity, he agreed to help each other out and try to split the flower in a way that would profit the both once they have it.
　　
　　When the next day arrived, they started climbing. The frenzy were dialed down but mad still. People pushing each others, trying to reach the peak. Only the young man and his acquaintance help each other as agreed. They picked each other when the other is down. They supported each other until they make it to the top.
　　
　　There, they met up a ledge. By this time, they are the only two people left. The rest have all fallen. The ledge was as high as two adult people. They decided that the young man should support as his acquaintance climb the ledge.
　　
　　After a short while, the acquaintance came down from the ledge. He claimed that there is no flower of any sort up there. That there were only white snow from the cold.
　　
　　Thinking that he was lying to keep the flower to himself, the young man picks up a rock and bashed it to the man’s head when he was looking away. He then repeatedly smite the rock to the mans until his head are smashed and his blood are all over the young mans hand.
　　
　　The young man searches for the flower from the man, but could found non. Thinking that he must left the flower to pick it up later, he pushed the man’s body against the ledger and tries to climbed up.
　　
　　After several attempts, he succeed. But to his horror, there was nothing up there. Just snow. Snow everywhere. He searched everywhere until he realized that the man was telling the truth.
　　
　　With no way down, because the mans body have slid down from his attempt to climb the ledge, he realized that the flower was a fairytale. Realizing his mistake, and with no way down except to fall, he tore a piece of clothing and write on it ‘no flower. Don’t come up’.
　　
　　He slipped the note in his pocket, regretting his mistake, he closed his eyes and began to jump. On his way down, the note slipped out of his pocket without him noticing and fell on the mountain where snow covered it, lost forever.
　　
　　The impact killed him immediately. The crowd waiting down just dismiss him as another fallen climber and place his body among the others that have failed. They do not know that there is no flower. The blood flower does n’t exist. Just an old stupid belief. There is only blood.