Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Camellia had been drawn to that fortress, and yet, at the same time, when she approached, a kind of terror had gripped her and she’d fled without a closer recon. She intended to go back, but she hadn’t yet. Every day she kept putting it off. She’d reinforced her own warning systems just in case the GhostWalkers in those buildings got too close for comfort, but even hikers and hunters rarely came around.
The Lolo National Forest was spread out over two million acres and included four wilderness areas. She had deliberately chosen one of the most isolated and inaccessible areas in which to make her home. During the winter months, the roads below were impassable for cars. She guessed those living in the fortress below her had snowmobiles. She had snowshoes—ones she’d constructed herself.
Camellia stood at her door and allowed her senses to flare cautiously out along the vast connective network of all her plants. Belowground, she tapped into the mycelium connecting all the trees together through their root systems, allowing them to communicate with one another. The mycelium ensured the health of the forest and the trees in it with its underground network. She had tapped into it the moment she’d arrived, becoming a part of the system, so it recognized her as being an unthreatening part of the wilderness.
She related to plants and animals. She felt at home with them. She “read” them. “Heard” them. Related to them. Fortunately, Whitney never realized all the things she could do with plants—nor recognized the advantages having the plant DNA from the Middlemist Red Camellia in her gave her. More than anything else, Whitney had wanted to know if his theories regarding the Middlemist were correct. She had escaped before he could ever prove them one way or the other.
Camellia took a deep breath and eased the door of her cabin open just enough to slide her body through. She waited motionless on the first step outside the door. The mist immediately surrounded her, welcoming her as part of itself, her skin absorbing the cool vaporized droplets. She closed her eyes and tuned herself to the mist’s exact structure.
There was a reason she had the Middlemist Red Camellia surrounding her cabin. Like other plants, the veins in the leaves carried water and minerals, and also moved food energy around to whatever part of the plant needed it. But the Middlemist Red hid something else within its veins, something discovered in the early days in China, where it had grown in abundance. Strangely, mysteriously, the beautiful Red had vanished from its native country, where it had thrived for so many years. There were many theories, of course, but only Red knew the real reason. Whitney had come closest with his hypothesis. He had been determined to find the explanation.
Camellia looked at the blossoms, so abundant, healthy and vibrant, a deep pink that bordered on red, the petals tight and looking so much like a rose. The shrubs always reacted to her in kinship, feeling her presence, her connection to them. The plant knew what it was like to be hunted—to have someone want to destroy you because you were different. Or imprison you and take you apart because they were determined to find out your secrets.
In 1804, before the plants had vanished in China, John Middlemist, a nurseryman from West London, had brought back one of the camellias with him to donate to Kew Gardens. The plant was then housed in the Duke of Devonshire’s three-hundred-foot conservatory with his camellia collection to be propagated.
During World War II, when the bombardment was at its height, a bomb exploded near the conservatory, blowing out all the glass, but the building avoided complete destruction. There was a short time when the mentally ill were housed on the property. A bomb was planted in the conservatory but failed to detonate. After the war, the conservatory fell into complete disrepair. At that time, there was no sign any of the rare camellias were left alive.
It wasn’t until 1999 that the Middlemist Red Camellia was spotted and identified once again in the conservatory. Where had the flower been all that time? Why hadn’t anyone seen it or been able to identify it? Granted, it took years for volunteers to restore the conservatory to its former glory and ten years for botanists to identify flower species. It took three years just to identify the Middlemist Red Camellia using historical bibliography and paintings.
Dr. Whitney had his hypothesis as to why the plant had disappeared in China so completely. Why hadn’t the plant been destroyed when the bombing blew out the windows and exposed the conservatory to the elements? Why hadn’t the bomb detonated inside the conservatory? Why hadn’t anyone detected the Middlemist Red Camellia or any of the other rare camellias in the ten years the botanists had worked to identify the various plants? If Whitney had Camellia longer, he might have been able to prove himself right, because she knew that Middlemist Red had concealed itself in plain sight, just as Camellia was doing now.