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Scion of rot:inheritance of ruin

aspiringhater001
Dave was a shadow among men—never aiming, never dreaming, simply existing. He drifted through life with no desire for greatness, no hunger for change. But when a cruel twist of fate rips away the quiet world he clung to—his home, his mind, and finally, his life—Dave dies as he lived: unnoticed, unremarkable… forgotten. Yet fate, ever fickle, isn’t finished with him. Reborn in a new life, a new time, a new body—Dave is given what many would call a second chance. But he doesn't want it. What is a second life to someone who never asked for the first? Haunted by memories of loss, Dave questions the very meaning of existence. Is he cursed to repeat the same cycle—love, hope, and inevitable ruin? Or will he finally defy the strings of fate and decide, for once, how his story ends?Will this threadbare spring to life or not
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Crown of Thorns and Roses.

Those who fail him, they claim, are consumed by his gardens. They are unaware, though, that I have been talking to plants my whole life—and now the fate of the kingdom hinges on their response. I wanted no attention at all. Enough risk is involved growing illegal miraculous blossoms in my small rural garden. However, I find the reason the king's gardens are withering and why all five gardeners before me have vanished when royal guards transport me to the palace. The gardens provide more than only aesthetic purposes. They're the kingdom's last defense. Constant observation by Crown Prince Thorne, his silver eyes frigid as the winter gradually kills his territory. The court mumbles he killed the past gardeners for failing, but I detect despair in his eyes. Each day I coax life from the wilting magical plants, I feel the protective wards strengthening. Each night, I sense the shadowy creatures straining our bounds, getting stronger, hungrier. Should I fail, I should detest the haughty prince threatening punishment. Instead, I find myself pulled to the man beneath the thorny crown—a monarch willing to become the villain in whispered legends if it means saving his people. As my power develops with odd new blossoms no one has seen before, so does the threat. The prince's foes conspire within the royal walls, the magical barriers decrease with each passing day, and my heart treacherously softens toward the man who cannot afford to love me back. They believe his gardens eat those who disappoint him. What they don't know is what happens when a wild magic like mine begins to overwhelm me.
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