In trust unto told, in beauty behold, a sacred stone is thorned- black and cold.
Verses of an unfathomable poem chant in my head since I've cupped the rose.
When the rain hurdles down, this unsuspecting noun will grant peace to all in good wealth- excluding the outcast.
"Will you shut up?" I yelled, knowing it was the rose. It was the rose, all the rose, it would walk me to the edge of the earth if it willed, which it probably did.
The rose quieted, only for a second, then screaming in my head: Unto you, the Talent is shown! It will take you-take you back to the throne!
I looked around frantically for a face, any face, and heard a ruffle in the bushes not far from me. "Who's out there?" I commanded.
Like an ocean wave, a boy with silver grey hair, and intense green eyes stood up.
Sorry, this chapter is so short but I had to get a chapter out today because this updates every day...but its Christmas so I had to pack it into a short chapter that's hopefully still interesting. Happy holidays!! -DemonWolfEyes
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Rose Petal
RomanceHe who dares not grab the thorn... Must never crave the rose. ^^I did not make up this quote ^^But I did make up this story
