The Royal Staff: The Gardener · 5:54am Oct 21st, 2018
Metroville, Britannica, United Terran Empire
8 Months Ago
Aaron Peeples was frustrated. 34 year old Afrikan-Brit, 6'2, no wife, no kids, and his name tarnished because 3 white ladies made false reports of him being part of a gang, threatening one of them with a firearm, and being a pedophile.
He won the court trial, but he's spent so much money on his defense and even though he won, nobody wanted to hire him.
All he did was create a garden in a park and these 3 white women in the neighborhood didn't like seeing a black man doing something for the community.
The chief of police and the judge called the trial a farce and a waste of their time.
The 3 women were arrested for filing false charges, but Aaron isn't getting his money back.
So what does he do? Follow his passion in gardening and going back to the park to finish it.
He trudged through the sidewalk, pushing a wheelbarrow carrying all of his tools. One look at him, and people would think he's a homeless person with his dirty and ripped clothes.
Aaron might as well be, without a job, he'll lose his apartment.
The street was barren of any activity, and was strangely quiet.
He froze when he saw a figure staring at his garden, back towards him.
The man wore an army officer's uniform with a black cloak fluttering in the light breeze.
Aaron got closer and closer, until he was standing next to the man.
"Ex-excuse me sir? Are you the Emperor?" Aaron asked.
The man looked at him and smiled.
"It appears I am."
The Emperor looked at the garden.
"Very beautiful garden you have here. Makes this park look alive with."
"I appreciate it sir. I worked very hard for this. Our community was hit hard by poverty and gang violence before and I wanted to make it more beautiful for the kids. Didn't want them to grow up remembering this place as the area where there was poverty and violence like I did."
"Well I believe you've done I mighty fine job Aaron."
Aaron looked at the Emperor with confusion.
"Sir?"
"The City of Metroville is putting a vote tomorrow to name this garden after you. Do you wish to witness it?"
He looked at him, with shock.
"I...I would love to sir. Thank you."
The Emperor looked at Aaron.
"Aaron Michael Peeples. Born here in Metroville on the 5th of October, 1986. Your father was a gang member and your mother struggled to feed you. Your father died in a firefight with police and your mother passed away from cancer when you were eighteen. You graduated from high school and then attended the University of Northern Britannica with a scholarship where you graduated. Then you opted to be a high school teacher where you taught Biology and taught students how to garden, but was fired because of the false charges against you. Then you used the majority of your money to defend yourself in the case where you won, but at the cost of your money. With no job, you're struggling to pay for your rent and you were looking to find a house before all this am I correct?
I'm into helping the unfortunate Aaron and I also seem to be short of gardeners. The gardeners at the Winter Palace in Algonquin have all retired and I'm looking to form another team of gardeners to maintain the Winter Palace's garden, perhaps even improve it. So Aaron Peeples, what do you say? I'll even pay for your home and your car."
Aaron was speechless.
All of a sudden, he leapt up and hugged the Emperor.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" Aaron said as tears flowed through his eyes.
Max was a little shocked before he waved his down at the Imperial Guards who appeared out of their hiding places, thinking their Emperor was under attack.
"There is no need to thank me Aaron." Max said as the man let go of him.
"Come, I'll give you a ride to my hotel and I'll get a room for you. Tomorrow, I'll bring you to the town hall before we go to Algonquin." Max said as the pair walked down the sidewalk.
"Oh and Aaron? Welcome to the family. You'll find plenty of people in the staff who were unfortunate like you."
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