Originally posted on Patreon in August 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
This story comes after The Gardener, The Garden, and To the Garden. It is part of the series with First Garden. It takes place in the Fae Apoc world during the apocalypse. ⛈️
Outside of her garden – their garden – the war was still raging.
Damkina and her people had done what they could. They had pushed the borders of the little museum garden all the way to the edges of the city. Now, every Welcome to Greenville sign was surrounded by greenery and flanked by a polite but closed cast-iron gate.
As good as Damkina was – and she was very good – she could not control the weather itself, and there was a drought sitting, not just over Greenville, but over much of the surrounding area.
And there was a five-god army coming towards the widest gate of the city. Continue reading
This is one of those that wandered off from the prompt, but I didn’t notice until I was done. So have at. 🙂
The cherry trees needed extra buds plucked and the wisteria needed trimming; the dwarf willow in the tiny garden needed to be convinced back from the bench and the tomatoes in the vegetable patch needed weeding.
Damkina was humming. If the rain held off until past noon, it would be a good day.
Gardens, like people, came and went, Damkina had long since learned, albeit in a slower, more vegetal manner. This one was young, not even a century old yet, and the people who believed they were employing her to maintain it had no idea who she really was.
That was fine with her. She preferred anonymity to notoriety.