Chapter 1
It was hundreds of years after Kara's transformation, but she was still a plant-human hybrid. For the years before this day, she was shown as an abomination of nature. In short, people poked, prodded, and threw things at Kara.
However, this jour would turn out different...
Jeremy was a sixteen an old boy with black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that warm up even the most La Reine des Neiges heart. His father bought the mansion and garden for Jeremy as he was studying botany in college.
"I finally can have my own mansion and garden" Jeremy thought as he was driving down to his new mansion.
When Jeremy arrived at his new mansion, it felt...empty. Like no one had been there for years.
"Hello?" Jeremy asked as his voice echoed through the mansion. There was no immediate response, so Jeremy went inside.
The mansion was very large, but very unnerving. There were cobwebs all over the place, and every time toi entered a new room, it felt like someone was watching you.
"Uh...I guess I should go to the garden now..." Jeremy thought to himself as he was clearly creeped out par the old mansion.
Jeremy descended to the garden, his steps making small echoes. When Jeremy opened the door to the garden, a cry was heard.
"Huh?! What was that?!" Jeremy thought to himself as he walked to where the screams came from.
Suddenly, Jeremy tripped on a long vine.
"GAH!" Jeremy cried as he fell flat on his butt, "Yikes...that was embarrassing".
"Embarrassing? toi don't even know the half of it..." A voice snidely told Jeremy.
"Well it was...a little..." Jeremy blushed a little.
"Well don't come any closer" The voice commanded Jeremy.
"Why not?" Jeremy asked.
"Because!" The voice responded.
"Because why?" Jeremy responded again as he walked towards where the voice was coming from. He then suddenly stopped.
"Hello" Kara greeted Jeremy.
It was hundreds of years after Kara's transformation, but she was still a plant-human hybrid. For the years before this day, she was shown as an abomination of nature. In short, people poked, prodded, and threw things at Kara.
However, this jour would turn out different...
Jeremy was a sixteen an old boy with black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that warm up even the most La Reine des Neiges heart. His father bought the mansion and garden for Jeremy as he was studying botany in college.
"I finally can have my own mansion and garden" Jeremy thought as he was driving down to his new mansion.
When Jeremy arrived at his new mansion, it felt...empty. Like no one had been there for years.
"Hello?" Jeremy asked as his voice echoed through the mansion. There was no immediate response, so Jeremy went inside.
The mansion was very large, but very unnerving. There were cobwebs all over the place, and every time toi entered a new room, it felt like someone was watching you.
"Uh...I guess I should go to the garden now..." Jeremy thought to himself as he was clearly creeped out par the old mansion.
Jeremy descended to the garden, his steps making small echoes. When Jeremy opened the door to the garden, a cry was heard.
"Huh?! What was that?!" Jeremy thought to himself as he walked to where the screams came from.
Suddenly, Jeremy tripped on a long vine.
"GAH!" Jeremy cried as he fell flat on his butt, "Yikes...that was embarrassing".
"Embarrassing? toi don't even know the half of it..." A voice snidely told Jeremy.
"Well it was...a little..." Jeremy blushed a little.
"Well don't come any closer" The voice commanded Jeremy.
"Why not?" Jeremy asked.
"Because!" The voice responded.
"Because why?" Jeremy responded again as he walked towards where the voice was coming from. He then suddenly stopped.
"Hello" Kara greeted Jeremy.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying par their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will l’amour start?
The jour we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The jour we l’amour too much to kill
The jour others' pain becomes our pain
The jour we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying par their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will l’amour start?
The jour we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The jour we l’amour too much to kill
The jour others' pain becomes our pain
The jour we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the amer wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
chant its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined par others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the amer wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
chant its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined par others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
