Fan Fiction ❯ In the Garden... ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

In the spring, the flowers bloom, and the birds sing their songs. The whole world seems to be more alive every moment, ever more than the last. Not everyone seems to see it like that, thought. Not everyone wants for this splendor, or even considers it such. Some just scratch on... day to day... just 'making it'.

Lunali was one of them.

Her village was next to a vast ocean - the portal to a world that she had lost her will to see. It was a busy town... the kind of place where people were up early... fishing, unloading merchanidise, cleaning their ships. People were walking the streets, and over every dusty path, the scent of fresh flowers, and delicious pasteries rolled. This village woke up early, and worked hard until the evening, at which point their gathered in the pub and drank to their day's deeds. It would seem to be the optimal living condition...

Lunali wasn't a hero... she couldn't fish, and was no good with ships. She was a small girl, not suitable to unload merchanidse from all the ships that arrived every night and day, and she was no good in the kitchen... the job of a chef didn't suit her. But she got by... her small flowershop on the corner of Main St and Marinalt Rd was her outlet... one of the two places in what she assumed was the universe where she could sit and recall the last semblances of humanity and emotion that she once felt.

There was another place though.. where she was free to walk to earth, and nurture a small part of it. Where she felt like a mother... a human... at times, even a goddess. This place, where one's spirits rise, and the water flows in small rivulets in circles and currents around lush, colorful bursts... this place that is rich with the swallow's song and the cricket's chirp... what IS this place? Where the blood and sweat hits the ground... and the tears and screams are absorbed... what magic lies here? This place is Lunali's garden, and this ground is what freedom is made of.