Long long ago in a distant land called Wisdom there was a beautiful garden called the Garden of Eternal Roses in the Valley of Peace. The garden was huge and it is said that it was so huge that people could never see the garden completely in a single day. This garden was all so huge that people came in flocks’ everyday to enjoy its beauty but as the days passed by the garden became dirtier and dirtier. The roses which gave life and colour to the garden began to wilt and soon people stopped coming and the garden closed down.
Adjacent to the garden at one edge there was a dark and spooky forest where creatures of your worst nightmares dwelled. As they sensed that the Garden of Eternal Roses was dying, they slowly crept in to inhabit the garden. Seeing this everyone in the villages nearby started moving farther away from the garden, everyone except one brave young boy from the village in the mountains. He had spent his whole life among the roses. They showered him more love than the villagers and the other kids at the orphanage. He couldn’t let the garden die as it was a part of him. Slowly little by little he grew tall and strong as the garden grew in beauty until people claimed that it was more beautiful than ever before.
All was well or so thought the people in the valley. Unlike before, the roses had more thorns in the sides and hurt anyone who dared sneak past the grumpy gardener. Soon even the trespassers grew weary and no one ever visited the garden except the gardener who lived there tending to the roses.
A rose is a rose. Amber to yellow, blue to white, pink to red there was every colour of rose in the garden. Their beauty was only surpassed by their arrogance. Kings were disgraced by their inaccessibility and queens were humbled by their glamour. People who knew the garden as it was before they destroyed it were no longer around to tell of its marvel and no one had seen the garden from the inside in over a hundred years and still there were rumours of a young man tending to the garden to see her grow. Some say that it was the same boy who revived the garden but no one knew for sure but one thing what everyone knew was that the garden was a beautiful place where people hurt if approached.
As centuries passed one day not so long ago, a kid from the mountains lost its way back home and stumbled into the garden. Terrified beyond reason he sat beside a bed of blue roses began to weep. As he wept he took a look around. It was nothing like what people told. There were no thorns in the roses beyond the border outer region of the garden and it looked like the roses just didn’t want people to come inside. Wiping the tears off, he began exploring the garden. He felt peace. It was so quiet, so isolated like a blessing. He kept walking blindly. The roses guided him. Finally he reached the river. As he reached down to have a sip he heard a twig snap behind him. Startled he turned back to see a stunning sight! Another boy about his own age, he had blue eyes and wore tattered clothes. He didn’t look lost nor did he look frightened to see someone else in the garden.
“Who are you and how did you get here?”
“I am from the village up in the mountains. I fell got lost in the mountains and stumbled here by mistake. How did you get here?”
“I too fell into the garden when I was younger and I’ve been here ever since but it’s now time for me to go home.”
“You have parents?”
“No I am an orphan, just like you.”
“Hey how do you know I am an orphan?!”
“I have to go. Take care of the roses. They have thorns but you should know better. Farewell.”
And the boy with the crown of thorns retreated into the bushes and disappeared but as he waved goodbye he could see that the boy’s hand bled with real blood and so did his legs like as though someone had hit nails into them.
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