Hey guys!
I just wanted to try out a new story because it's been bugging me for a few weeks so I had to write it down and post it just to see how others would like it.
Enjoy!
~Year 745~
"Momma momma, look what I found!"
A little girl, no older than the age of 5, ran up to a smiling woman with a red flower in her hand.
The woman smiled even more at her daughter's excitement over the red flower, picking the little girl up she placed her on her hip.
"Do you know what flower this is little one?", asked the woman, the child looked up at her, eyes wide like a curious puppy.
"What is it momma?", pleaded the girl, eyes staring in awe at the red flower in her hands.
"This honey is a red rose", said the woman while plucking the rose from her daughter's hand "But this rose is a sad rose", murmured the woman.
The child looked on in confusion but waited for her mother to continue.
"This red rose has been stripped bare of her protection, do you know what kind of protection?", the child shook her head and stared at her mother.
"The rose is protected by thorns on it's stem so no one can destroy it's beauty", murmured the woman.
The child stared at the rose, now in her mother's hand, trying to imagine thorns on the pretty red flower.
"Mommy if the rose has thorns then is the rose not loved?", asked the little girl.
"The rose is the most loved flower because it has special meanings: love, passion, and courage. Everyone loves the red rose because of its meaning."
"Then why are the roses stripped of their thorns mommy, if everyone loves them, why do they hurt the pore roses?", asked the little girl sadly.
"Because little one, the world is greedy for perfection and thorns are thought to be imperfect, and thus the rose is stripped bare of her protection because of her imperfection but you know what honey?", placing her daughter on the ground, rose still in hand.
"Nothing can ever be perfect, everything: plants, animals, and people. We all have our imperfections that can never be rid of, so always remeber honey; Be yourself"
The child looked up in awe at her mothers words, reaching for the rose in her mothers hand she took it and looked at it closely.
The rose, bright red in its color, looked so delicate and beautiful though it seemed so sad.
The woman squatted infront of her daughter and said the words before chaos ensued.
"The sharper the thorns the more delicate the rose"
The prophecy
At the time when humanity has lost all hope, on the night of the red moon a child will be born out of love and compassion but into hate and anger.
The child with hair the color of newly spilled blood, eye the color of purity, and a distinctive mark likely to grow as the child does.
This child will be the one important key to humanitys triumph but it will be the child's choice wether he or she chooses to save or to destroy.
~Year 835~
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh"
A scream echoed throughout the night, a woman panted on wool covered ground, hair plastered to her forehead.
Another woman was holding her head chanting "Push, push", over and over again.
The woman on the ground took one more breath and pushed with all her might, at last a cry pierced the night, the moon slowly turned red casting an ominous glow through the window onto the two, now three, people.
A door slammed open to the women cooing over a bundle, startled they stared at the doorway, slowly horror filled their eyes at the barrel of the gun pointed at them.
Before the trigger was pulled, the woman who held the hand of the soon to be mother, jumped in the way of the barrel.
Back facing the gun, she uttered a few words, the woman holding the bundle jerked in surprise and raised her hand, only to be met by the bloodied hand of her once dear sister.
Eyes watering in realization of her demise she hurriedly slipped a brooch into the folds of the bundle's blanket and uttered her last words.
"Save the world Rosella"
As the woman lay there dying, the blundle was taken away by the person who murdered the women, before closing her eyes the woman thought of her sister's last words.
"Ea spes"[1]
References
[1] Ea spes-She is hope
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