The Lost Prince ( A Sokeefe Selection fan fiction)

Somebody's vulnerable

Hey guys, I'm finally back! Anywho, the POV will switch between different people. I had so much fun writing this lol.

Keefe:

Keefe put all of his panting supplies into his basket, which were a wooden palette, canvases, paint brushes, easel, painting knives, 3 painting sponges, color mixing wheel, and ALL the different types of paint you can imagine. Keefe picked up the basket without tipping it, in the other arm he grabbed a stool to sit on.

Keefe started walking out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him with his leg.

He saw Stacey in the distance, coming up to him.

"Hey Keefe, going to your spot again?"

Keefe nodded as he walked passed Stacey, only Stacey, Ro, and him knew about his secret spot.

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Keefe looked both ways, making sure no one was following, as he opened the hidden door to his hideout. It was an abandoned garden, but it was one of the most gorgeous gardens in the whole world. There was a decaying pathway that led to the center of the garden, where flowers circled the middle, there was benches spaced out of the area, a working fountain stood in the dead center, with moss climbing upward. It was basically a flower maze, with all of the flowers ever existing. It has Hydrangeas, Begonias, Peonies, Orchids, Roses, Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, Amaryllis, and even more Keefe couldn't name. The place was basically walls with a bunch of flowers covering it. Flower vines hung just above Keefe, bees coming every once in a while. There was multiple ways to go in this garden, Keefe had definitely gotten lost in this garden at least a couple times. But his favorite was not the center part of the garden, although it was still very pretty, but the entrance to the end of the cliffs. The entrance was right next to the circle that stood in the middle of the garden. Keefe walked along the barely seen pathway to the end of the cliffs.

Finally making it to the end of the cliffs, the wall of flowers had started to end. There was a beautiful view, with no trees or flowers blocking it. The ocean below the cliffs has long tidal waves, with the sound of waves crashing against the land, the place was breezy, but not too cold, just perfect the temperature after a hot sunny day. The sun was setting, glowing against the sea, the orange and pink blended together, the setting looked so unreal and magical.

Keefe carefully put his basket full of art supplies down on the grass,  it landed with a thud.

He sat on the stool he just placed down, as he dug in his basket for the easel. As he pulled out the easel he accidentally knocked one of his paint brushes out of the basket.

At last Keefe had his place all set up, he stood up admiring the stunning view. The memory of Stacey telling him the story about this Garden while showing Keefe around flashed right before his eyes.  He remembered every single detail.

He was 7 when Stacey showed him this Garden, it was called La passerelle du jardin vers une fin ravie, it was French for The Garden Gateway to Delighted Ending, the garden used to be very popular and well known.

The Garden Gateway to Delighted Ending is WAY over 200 years old, almost as old as the castle Candleshade. The castle Candleshade was brought down from great great great great great great great great great great great family ancestors. Which is the translation of really really old ancestors who had passed down the house.

The Garden Gateway to Delighted Ending somehow survived all those centuries, and still has thriving flowers. It is a miracle how long the The Garden Gateway to Delighted Ending is lasting.