The Garden

The hunter was amazed by such beauty. Beautythat could be dangerous but instead use her powers for good. The witch displayed such kindness, compassion and love. He was blinded by lies for so long he never gave a witch a chance. The hunter's heart heavy with guilt made a silent vow to protect her no matter what. He got closer to her and push a strand  of her hair behind her ear. He didn't know how she came to be or how she posses such mysterious powers and frankly he didn't care. His new focus, his new mission was to protect her.

   The witch enjoy the new feeling, she took it all in. The warmness of his stare the softness of his touch. The amazing feeling of being protected by him, for now. She didn't watch her back like when she wait till sundown to walk through the forest for natures medicine. If only this would last forever, if only he wasn't followed. The forest animals ran around them, hiding. she took it all in. for the last time.

A Riot! the hunter was follwed by the village people. He told them he worked alone. Why did they follow him? He look into the forest and saw shadow of angry fists and pitchforks. He Grabbed her by the shoulders and saw calmness, her body language-steady. How? when dangerous people were coming to kill her. He shook her and took her fragile hand into his and ran. She followed but looked back and saw her beautiful garden. Ripped, stomped and crushed. She cried out. He look back and saw her skin lose color. She dropped to her knees. The village people pulled and cut through the garden. Bent over in pain she reached out for the hunter. He dropped down to her. Her body trembled in pain. Her skin glistened in sweat. Her hands were cold as ice. He looked towards the garden. The village people were killing her garden. Floating above the garden there were orbs of light. Did the town folks confuse it to firefly?. The hunter didn't know what to do, why is she sick? didn't understand why her sudden change, until it hit him. She was the garden! everytime she healed a flower or a plant a piece of her life connected to it. The hunter couldn't let her die. He smiled at her, kissed her forehead and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

The witch wanted to yell after him. She wanted to chase him and stop him. She couldn't, the witch tried to move but the pain was too much. She stretched her hand towards him and yelled. Her tears blinded her. Then everything went dark.

It felt like forever. the silence was disturbing to the forest. The garden weeped silently. the witch heard it and slowly open her eyes. No longer in pain but her body heavy. She dragged her feet, the garden isn't for she needs to get there and save whats left of her precious garden. Just as her shock melted off her like wax from a candle she remember the hunter. Her strength came over like an ocean wave crashing. She ran, where was her savior?. He saved her and now she must find him. She felt him, smelled him. The witch knew where he was she ran to the white rose bush. The roses shield him from the village people. Where are they? where did they run off to?. She kissed the white rose and flashes of the garden coming to life and fighting back to protect her and the hunter played in her mind. She caressed the rose petals. The rose bush release the hunter from their protection. The witch quickly drew his body close to hers. She felt her hands wet. Blood!