Prologue
It happened in an instant, my first death. It was a sunny day, perfect for just about anything. I was tending the garden on the roof of my apartment complex, excited to harvest my strawberries and carrots when it happened.
I suddenly felt an intense pain in my chest, as if my heart was trying to rip itself out of my chest, and within the next few seconds, it did just that. I spent the last few moments of my life watching my heart pulsate for a moment and pump the last of the blood inside of it onto the surrounding plants. Everything faded into black, and with one last thought, my life ended.
“At least I got to be with my garden…” I thought, thinking of how much I truly loved to nurture the life in the plants around me, and then everything ended.
“Such a beautiful soul this one has. I suppose that it will suffice for the role, I have needed a new gardener for a few millennia anyways. “A powerful voice spoke, and even though I was already dead and fully unconscious, I still remember this voice vividly. It sounded like life itself, smoother than honey, richer than chocolate, and yet it was androgynous. With those words, I began my journey, as the Gardener of the Worlds.
