A red haired woman runs through the forest a man at her heels . The woman is carrying a baby. "Run - come on - we have to get her to a safe place" says the woman. "We can't leave this place this is our home!" The woman starts crying "we can't leave her!" "We have no choice." The man writes quickly and puts the letter in her blanket. The women grabs some ashes and whispers. Then blows it onto her daughter. "One day you will come back to us when you have grown your thorns." They place their daughter in a hole in a tree. And dash back the way they came. The baby starts to cry and two voices come from the other direction. The ones that will help this flower grow her thorns.
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Roses and Ashes
Fantasy*On Hold* Dear journal Sometimes your life can change . Sometimes it's slow like a turtle other times it's like a bolt of lightning. This change was both. A nightmare and a dream. I don't know what tomorrow holds. And my past comes back to me so har...
