Alright, we have the milk, the eggs, the pumpkin... Almost done, darling. Soon we can head home and you can rest. I promise.
I'll tell you what. Why don't I tell you where all our food comes from? Where the garden came from that replaced the deserts?
I know, I know, you've heard it before. But it's a good story, and I like to tell it.
A long time ago, the world ended.
Fire rained down and burnt away what had come before - the people there, the cities, the forests, everything, until all that was left was sand and silence.
But four people found the ruined world, came to it one by one. One was a man who had tried to lead his people to happiness and who had failed them instead. One was a woman who wanted to make everyone's voice heard, no matter the cost to her. One sought law and order beyond all else, sought justice for those who could not seek it themselves. And one had been a queen of a golden world, a world of shining towers and beautiful skies, a world that had fallen.
They all came, one by one, for their own reasons, and they found the ruined world.
And they found each other.
At first they focused only on their survival - on finding the food among the sand and ruins. On nothing else. And they fought, and they nearly fell again and again.
Finally, the queen did fall, caught by something dark among the sandy wastes - and from her blood, bright and red, bloomed a patch of strawberries among the desert. The most beautiful red strawberries you've ever seen.
The three worked together after that, planting the strawberries, tending the little plant, helping it grow, and other plants began to grow too. Good, sweet things like strawberries and pumpkins and rich, hearty things like potatoes. The garden was nurtured by the queen's blood and body and sacrifice and by the closeness of the three, and it is said when at last they fell in love, all of them together, a thousand trees and ten thousand flowers grew that day, and it rained for the first time in many, many years.
And that's where the garden comes from, and it spread to cover the whole world because their love was so great.
What's that?
...I guess it is a silly story. Plants don't grow on love alone, of course. But a silly love story isn't always a bad thing, is it?
Now let's go home, darling. We have everything on the list, and your other father should be done with his trials by now. Hopefully they didn't put your mother on too long a mail route today, eh?
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Alright, we have the milk, the eggs, the pumpkin... Almost done, darling. Soon we can head home and you can rest. I promise.
I'll tell you what. Why don't I tell you where all our food comes from? Where the garden came from that replaced the deserts?
I know, I know, you've heard it before. But it's a good story, and I like to tell it.
A long time ago, the world ended.
Fire rained down and burnt away what had come before - the people there, the cities, the forests, everything, until all that was left was sand and silence.
But four people found the ruined world, came to it one by one. One was a man who had tried to lead his people to happiness and who had failed them instead. One was a woman who wanted to make everyone's voice heard, no matter the cost to her. One sought law and order beyond all else, sought justice for those who could not seek it themselves. And one had been a queen of a golden world, a world of shining towers and beautiful skies, a world that had fallen.
They all came, one by one, for their own reasons, and they found the ruined world.
And they found each other.
At first they focused only on their survival - on finding the food among the sand and ruins. On nothing else. And they fought, and they nearly fell again and again.
Finally, the queen did fall, caught by something dark among the sandy wastes - and from her blood, bright and red, bloomed a patch of strawberries among the desert. The most beautiful red strawberries you've ever seen.
The three worked together after that, planting the strawberries, tending the little plant, helping it grow, and other plants began to grow too. Good, sweet things like strawberries and pumpkins and rich, hearty things like potatoes. The garden was nurtured by the queen's blood and body and sacrifice and by the closeness of the three, and it is said when at last they fell in love, all of them together, a thousand trees and ten thousand flowers grew that day, and it rained for the first time in many, many years.
And that's where the garden comes from, and it spread to cover the whole world because their love was so great.
What's that?
...I guess it is a silly story. Plants don't grow on love alone, of course. But a silly love story isn't always a bad thing, is it?
Now let's go home, darling. We have everything on the list, and your other father should be done with his trials by now. Hopefully they didn't put your mother on too long a mail route today, eh?
...Yes, I love you too.
Our little garden.