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'I am Vasquen, a simple gardener, living north of Lumbridge. Here is my story.
'Dark indeed was my childhood. When I was young, goblins raided my home and I was taken. For many years, I was imprisoned underground with nothing save stench and darkness. I still know not why I was captured. Ransom perhaps.
'Then one day, shining knights attacked and I was discovered! But alas, the good soldiers knew not who I was nor from whence I had come. So I was brought to Lumbridge, and apprenticed with a gardener. And there I found Fayeth.
'She was also apprenticed into gardening, but under my master's bitter rival. I was strictly forbidden to approach her, lest I divulge secrets, so I kept myself hidden, fearing to lose my home and profession.
'But oh, how I admired her. I was utterly smitten. How can one tumble into love without meeting? Yet I had, without doubt or reservation. The way she walked! Her hair! Her eyes! Her laugh, and especially her smile! She was pure magic.
'At last, nearing the end of my apprenticeship, my heart could bear the torment no more. I had to confess my ardour or be driven to madness. So with heart pounding, I hid in the orchard, waiting for her. Soon she arrived, as radiant as ever.
'I stepped out from behind the tree.
'”M'lady, I am Vasquen.”
'She looked at me, transfixed. In all her dazzling beauty, she gazed into my eyes.
'”Vasquen?” she repeated as I came closer. Her voice was breathy and sonorous.
'*Yes,” I whispered, quieter than I intended. “Fayeth, I must confess...* but she was running towards me, hair streaming, her expression aglow with euphoria! She jumped into my arms and hugged me, kissing my face passionately.
'”My brother! You have returned!”'
~Dreamweaver~
July 2008
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