Homeless; Canon is The Secret Garden

[abitofearth]

Stop it. Stop it right now! You can't just keep me here. Put me back now. Spring is coming and the garden needs me.

You can't just go plucking people out of their homes, especially when it finally is a home. You don't even have a place in mind for me. That's even worse! I can't believe you're treating me like some play thing. Well, I'm not going anywhere until you send me home.

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my childhood. ;~;

[butterflyguardian]

It will be all right, Mary Lennox. Your garden will be waiting when you return.

:D

[abitofearth]

[frowning at the stranger.]

How do you know my name?

[butterflyguardian]

Because we have met before, even if you do not remember it. Every time you dream, either while you are waking or you are asleep, every time you use your imagination, you enter my realm. I am called Philemon.

[abitofearth]

I've never seen anyone like you in my dreams. I'd remember.

[butterflyguardian]

Are you sure?

*he is the spirit embodiying mankind's positive qualities, after all. Everyone has met him!*

Do you remember seeing any butterflies in your dreams?

[abitofearth]

...Sometimes. When I dream about the garden.

[butterflyguardian]

You see? I was there after all. Butterflies...are sometimes easier for humans like yourself to look at. As for the real ones...they are my eyes and ears. So I can watch over you, and everyone, and protect you.

[abitofearth]

That's a very nice story, but I don't want anyone but me in my dreams.

[butterflyguardian]

Is that so...?

Why is that?

[abitofearth]

Because they're mine.

[butterflyguardian]

That's very true. No two people are the same. But I promise that I will do my best to leave you to your own dreams from now on.