In the shade of a forest now forgotten, there lived a bitter woman in a lonely hut. She had no friends or family, for she carried much hate in her heart and had driven everyone away. The only thing she cared about was her beautiful garden, which she tended every day.
It was an exquisite garden, adorned with every kind of plant, flower, and herb imaginable–Silver Pointedees, Blue Apple Trees, Jumbleroot, Healing Leaves, and many kinds more. And she tilled and she toiled, spending her days planting Bickle Seeds, or picking Fruit of the Moon, or watering the Yayleaf, and tending her garden so that it would be the most beautiful garden in all of the land.
And that is all she cared about.
One day, a wounded Forest Deer came knocking on the door.
Said the Forest Deer, “Oh dear woman, I was passing by and saw that you have many Healing Leaves in your beautiful garden. I am wounded, for I stepped on a trap, and your Healing Leaves would heal my wound. Please, will you gift me one of your leaves?”
Said the bitter woman,“I do not care that you are wounded. I care about my garden, and you shall not have my leaves. Now go away and bother me not again!”
The next day, while tending her garden, the woman saw a pair of large, shadowy legs and feet that had grown among the flowers. They looked as if they were made of a heavy, dark smoke.
“How curious,” she thought. “Maybe it is a new kind of plant that I do not know about. I shall wait and see how it grows.”
A few days later, an Old Beggar came knocking on the door. Said the Old Beggar,
“Oh dear woman, I was passing by and saw that you have many Blue Apples in your beautiful garden. I am hungry, for I have not eaten in days, and your Blue Apples would calm my hunger. Please, will you gift me one of your Blue Apples?”
Said the bitter woman,
“I do not care that you are hungry. I care about my garden, and you shall not have my apples. Now go away and bother me not again!”
The next day, while tending her garden, the woman saw a large, shadowy torso connected to the legs and feet that had grown among the flowers. They looked as if they were made of the same heavy, dark smoke.
“How curious,” she thought. “This new plant is growing quickly and strangely. I shall wait and see how it grows.”
A few days later, a Little Boy came knocking on the door. Said the Little Boy,
“Oh dear woman, I was passing by and saw that you have plenty of Jumbleroot in your beautiful garden. I am worried, for my father is gravely ill, and your Jumbleroot would cure his illness. Please, will you gift me some of your Jumbleroot?”
Said the bitter woman,
“I do not care that your father is ill. I care about my garden, and you shall not have my roots. Now go away and bother me not again!”
The next day, while tending her garden, the woman saw a pair of large, shadowy hands and arms, connected to the torso that was connected to the legs and feet that had grown among the flowers.
Suddenly, before the woman could speak, from the top of the body grew a large, shadowy head, and then two glowing, white eyes opened and looked down at the woman.
Said the bitter woman,
“You do not look like any kind of plant or tree that I know. Who, or what, are you? And what are you doing in my garden?”
A cold, deep voice emanated from the shadowy figure, “I have sprouted from the seeds of your hate. You have watered me with your bitterness. From the roots of your unkindness I have grown. I am a Golem made of hate. You planted me and you grew me, and now, I shall be your master.”
And from that moment on, the bitter woman tended her garden no more but lived to serve the Golem made of hate that she herself had grown.
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