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THE WITCH HUNTERS GARDEN

Jasmine_Torres_1060 · Fantasy
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800 Year ago

" Exactly Eight hundred years ago today a forbidden love between a witch and a witch hunter came alive in the garden. hence the name The witch forest the hunters garden"

   A tourist group listened to the tour guide tell the legend of a witch and the witch hunter who fell in love in the magical garden of the witch forest.

" That's so sad, I wonder how the witch felt throughout the remainder of her life?" The tourist lady with the ugly pink shirt asked.

     " Legend has it after the witch hunter passed away the witch stuck the sword in the middle of the garden as a symbol of peace between the witch and the witch hunter, which is the sword that stands before you"

  Everyone in the group turned to a voice caressing the red pose petals.

" She never felt so alone until that horrific day, with a broken heart she would visit the garden . She talked to the roses because she knew he was listening. He was the garden. Her powers , her wisedom, her spells  and everything that was magical would never replace him because in her heart he was the best magic she ever experience."

The tour guide and the tourists looked at the sword.

" The roses in the garden became red because of his blood and his love for the witch. Think of it as a tribute for his sacrifice. Which is why when you fall in love with someone special you give that special someone a rose, not only for the symbolism of love but also making peace for each others differences"

" Wow you know so much about this legend" Ugly pink said.

" I was a local to this area but I moved away years ago. Which is why I know so much of this legend. Ive heard it many times. I came back because I was home sick. No place like home" The hooded lady answered.

   The tour guide took the group to another part of the garden. The lady in black was happy to see ugly pink shirt lady gone. It was making her eyes hurt. The lady in black admired the garden. She caressed the rose, gently so she wouldn't bruise it. She smiled and with her soft lips she kissed the red rose. It bloomed to life.

" It's been way too long"