The Word Sanctuary

Part 8

It was truly chaos up in the garden.

Random monsters swarmed all around, eating plants. The monsters were all differently sized, but they all looked like flying lizards.

They were also all black.

The color of Hate.

Many had begun to eat plants, and were all over the place. One spot's soil had been completely been overturned, and all the plants were dying. Many had begun to crumble into ash.

In panic, Emmy turned to the tree.

It was dying.

The trunk was being strangled by a thick blank vine. The leaves were disintegrating. Some were falling off the tree. Emmy looked down at one.

And on it was the word HATE.

Emmy gasped. The sanctuary was being taken over by Hate.

Her father.

She turned around. Her dad was standing right behind her.

YOU!!! You... imbecile!

He nodded slyly. "That's me. Master Of All Hate, the imbecile. Actually, I sort of like that word. Considering destroying all words is my life goal."

Emmy felt such frustration. Why couldn't her words come back now? Why couldn't she talk now? It was now that she needed them!

Suddenly Emmy felt something pull at her deep inside. A tug, wanting her to see something. She knew it would help. It was important, as the tug was urgent.

She closed her eyes, and let that tug come out of her.