the secret garden.

the secret garden.

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in a world where nothing seems as it is lay two lost souls trying to find their way to serenity. both in their own elements, trekking through the quicksand called their lives. yet bound to cross paths and recognize their destiny. in the heart of the secret garden resided an isolated half spirit, punished by the absence of physical touch. all she was left with was the burning magic that pumped through her veins. while that may seem like no bother to the young girl, she had spent the past century paying her debt to the gods of the forest. the day the half spirit turned eighteen, they cursed her to live out her sentence. for a hundred years she was eighteen years old, yet her soul was ancient. on the outskirts was where she had found her home; a little abandoned cottage. with the immense amount of time that she had on her plate, she took the time to liven the place up. starting with a little spell to fix the cottage. and then the rest, a beautiful garden that overstretched the whole field. within the garden held many secret features. she figured if she couldn't live for herself than the world around her would live it for her. in the depths of an overgrown town dampened with depressing buildings that somehow held so much life was a young man trying to repair his broken pieces. pieces that were shattered by the other residents in town, mostly his family and others his backstabbing friends. he spent the first nineteen years of his life constantly fighting for air, only to be dragged back down into the depths of the ocean. it started with his mother, the woman who passed away from a hereditary disease yet somehow his father blamed him for her death. that stemmed the rest of his life for him. the constant doubt and pain brought by others, endless suffocation that only seemed to get tighter. the boy knew this town wasn't where he could live, it would tear him apart. yet there was something calling him deep within the heart of the secret garden. her.
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