Bloody Rose in the Garden of Peace

[Ongoing] In this world heaven and hell are at war constantly. Staining the ground of the Overworld in blood. What everything comes down to is fate. Your own prophecy. Whether it is a good one or not. No matter what you do you cant escape it.
This world is filled with many creatures. Some are accepted, some or not. Nothing is fair. If you aren't born with magic, with power this world will hate you. However it is the same if you are born with too much power.
No matter what, you are fighting for yourself, for your loved ones. But, don't get too attached because what you love can be ripped out of your hands. You can forget what was ever important to you. Forget who saved you and run right back to the one that destroyed you.
Being cautious and watching your every step is how you live. Don't let the darkness in you take over. Don't let the roses die and wither away, for if they do nothing can save you. The world will end in destruction.
"Even a beautiful rose can give you scars."

Excerpt:

I don't know how long it has been since I got here, time feels weird. Has it been an hour? A day? I don't know. All I know is, "I'm going fucking crazy!" I scream, hating the situation I'm in. I have nowhere to go, I'm just floating. Wasting away. What if I'm stuck here? What if I can never see them again... Wait, what?
"Never see who again?" I question, now confused.
I shake my head. That was weird. I don't even know who I was talking about. I just need to get back to the village, I need to take care of it. It's what I was doing before I came here. Right?

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