La Rose Noir
Prologue:
I turned back for the last time and looked at the place I had spent the last eleven years, my childhood. The light that was still illuminating from the fire glows weak; on the floor beside the melted snow were ashes. Ashes from all the things I had once treasured and loved. It was all gone now and there is no point of regret or tears. Surprising, a sad little smile appeared on my lips; those lips, my lips parted ever so slightly breathing in this scene for the last time. Turning my head around swiftly, I closed my eyes; emotions bubbled inside me for the last time in a long time and died down in minutes. My self-control had always been exceptional and this was no difference. All that I have now was the elaborate, elegant black dress and the single crimson rose in my hand; two fingers holding by the stem. As I begun my first step away from the fire, for the light, the stem of the rose slide downward until the fingertip of my thumb and forefinger had touch the petals of the rose. I paused for a second; hold the crimson rose at eye level, being reminded of very colour of the blood.
The young girl had continued to stare at the rose, seemingly to see something that no one can see, not that there were anyone else around. The girl snapped her head around, turning away from the rose as if she heard someone call for her, except there was no sound. The rose slide down once again nesting in the palm of the hand of the girl; petal of the rose in a deep shade of red: crimson. The hand clenched suddenly crushing the fresh rose, a crimson colour flooded the hand, overflowing. Crimson, the colour blood, for it was blood mixed with the colour of the rose. The young girl started walking towards the forest, she let the crushed rose slide out of her hand and on to the white snow, destroying all that was left of her childhood. Blood dripped from her hand as she walked away from when her nailed dug into her delicate skin when she clenched the rose. However, the little girl didn't seem to notice, not the pain nor the crimson blood the left a trail on the white snow. Her eyes were a violet-blue that seems to freeze the world, he face expressionless, and not once did she look back as she walked into the deep dark forest…
-Rose Petal Princess