Glade Legeica
SearchnameLegecy
Tirsa and Vasli were a charming old couple who lived in an even more charming little cottage near the edge of the village. Theirs was a simple, content life filled with love, family and friends. The only darkness of their existence was when their five children had grown and left, keeping in touch when it was convenient.. Bereft of their greatest joy, they soon rediscovered each other and took to creating new life in the garden.
The garden was no ordinary garden, but a true labor of love. Tirsa dedicated her long hours to planting, pruning, coaxing the soil to produce life. Vasli spent his on the paths, the walls, the borders and the darling arbor which framed the Garden. Their efforts brought forth a natural masterpiece, a truly living work of art admired by neighbors and passers-by alike.
And then one day it happened, as indeed, it must to us all. Vasli's heart simply gave out on him and Tirsa barely reached him as he collapsed. She held this man, her husband, her life, as his breathing increasingly shallower. She begged of him not to go and leave her alone, but he could only smile. When she kissed him, tears streaming down her face, he was already gone.
Her children returned to bury their father and decide what to do with their mother. Surely she could not live alone, so distraught and so vulnerable, but what to do? None of them could take her; they were much too busy with their own lives. It was decided that they would seek to place her in a home where she would be safe and looked after.
Tirsa grew bitter and in that bitterness the seeds of anger sprouted. It was an irrational grief-driven anger that began to consumer her. She was livid with her children for dictating her future. She was perturbed at Vasli for leaving her in such a friendless condition. She was annoyed at herself for ever coming up with the idea of a garden in the first place. Finally, she was enraged at the garden itself for taking her love away from her. "I wish there was no garden!" Tirsa cried, taking up her hoe with the full intention of making her own wish come true and tromped outside.
By the glow of a full moon she stopped before the first section of her garden, staring mutely, numbed within. The hoe fell from unfeeling fingers to clatter on the ground. Every bulb, every flower, every leaf and stem were simply gone, vanished from what had once been a lush garden teeming with life and now was so much dirt, a few stone walls and a naked, accusing arbor. Overcome with guilt, Tirsa sank to the barren ground and wept heart broken tears.
A gentle touch nudged against her cheek, rousing the old woman from her despair. Tirsa turned to peer into the soft, understanding eyes of a remarkable creature. It looked to be a Legeica and yet, her mane and coat were grass and leaves, intertwined with every flower of the garden, from the lovely rose to the humble lily of the valley. It seemed as if the garden itself had uprooted and reformed as this living being, offering her comfort and solace. Awe flooded through the woman and she reached out a timid hand to touch the beast; the Legeica did not shy away.
Though tears yet stood within her eyes and sadness would forever be a part of her, Tirsa felt healed. Without a word, for none were needed, she stood and placed an arm around her new found support. Together they returned to the cottage.
