Rose Maiden
Prologue
Gary gazed at the picture he had painted. It looked so much like her…
Footsteps came from behind, forcing Gary to glance over his shoulder to see the red hooded girl, watching him closely with five pink bunnies beside her.
"She's pretty," she stated, looking at the portrait. It was a sixteen year old girl with long brown hair flowing down her shoulders and back with a red rose in her hair. She wore a dress that was a deep red silk; duchesse lace edged the tight bodice and flowed down the sleeves. The edges of the sleeves and across her chest were adorned in light pink roses. She was sitting down on her knees, the dress covering her legs as she had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face, a red rose in her hand.
Gary traced the smile lightly with his fingers tips. "I had a dream of this, something telling me to paint her"
"Like you painted me?" she asked and he nodded, stepping back and admiring his hard work.
"How is the situation?" Gary asked and she shook her head. "That bad?"
She nodded, along with the bunnies. "They whisper to themselves and the air is tense. I believe they are up to something"
Gary looked back at the painting, sadness gripping his heart and he sighed, shaking his head. "I believe they are"