The masked men had surrounded us.
Their leader stepped towards me, and removed his mask, revealing his repulsive face.
“You are protecting the plant of power. Simply surrender, we will take the fruits that will make us impervious to defeat, and be on our way.”
I smiled weakly, and wiped the blood off my face.
“You don’t know anything about the plant. It cannot survive anywhere else other than this formerly attractive garden, which you destroyed. And most importantly, we don’t protect the plant, it protects us.”
The masked men turned too late to see the plant sprouting thorns…
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