His secret hiding place.

Behind the trees, behind the garden, the deep meadow was located. In the midst of all the greenery, there was a single tree that was different. That tree was a weeping willow, which posed as an entrance to his hiding place. Its leaves were a beautiful shade of pastel pink. The tree swayed ever so elegantly as the breeze went by, the petals of the flowers that were upon the tree drifting slowly to the ground as if the tree wept, hence its name. This meadow was his special hiding place that nobody else knew about. Well, today, the magician was going to show his "friend" his hiding place. He knew that he would love it- judged by the fact that his assassin friend adored nature.