Hey guys!
Wow, it's been awhile hasn't it! I know all of my wonderful readers are probably wondering what happened to my stories. Well, I'm gonna tell you. For some reason, when I logged on they had been deleted. I don't know if I broke a rule of something, but I was really mad-And I'm still a bit upset. And if anyone missed me, which I doubt, let's just say I took a short vacation and I missed everything about writing. I hope you all forgive me and decide to give my stories another chance! I really hope you all like this one!

Prologue: The Ruby Rose

A young girl sat peacefully on a small swing set. She rocked back and forth gently pushing herself with the toe of her small, white sandals. Sand soiled the tips of her shoes turning their rich ivory color to a sandy tan color. She stared at the blood-red colored rose in her hand. It was beautiful. Its peddles gently curved and just bloomed. They were a soft as silk and the pale light of the eight o'clock sun made the peddles shine brilliantly. She traced her fingers over the long steam covered in thorns. she winced when one of the razor-sharp thorns cut her skin. She brought her tan hand away from the green steam and watched with her eyes wide as she watched a trail of crimson run from the pad of her finger to her wrist.

"Here, let me help you."
The twelve-year-old girl gasped and looked up. Tears welled in her eyes from the prick to her finger. A mysterious boy about a year older than her stood by her swing and held out a white object. She furrowed her eyebrows and backed away. She shook her head and stood to leave.
"Wait," The boy said grabbing her wrist gently. "I won't hurt you. I want to help." He smiled and she looked from her sandals to him.
There was a moment of silence and the only sounds in the dusking sky were the young girl's sniffles and the wind the blew her ruby hair into the wind.
"N-no. I s-should not be here," She stammered, trying to free her wrist from his grasp. "Please," She looked into his crystal-blue eyes pleadingly. "I must leave!" She exclaimed.
"It's no big deal." He said, letting go of her wrist, but keeping her in place with his azure gaze." This is a public park, you can stay as long as you want." He smiled and she smiled shyly. "That is, unless your parents want you home by a certain time."
Her jade-green eyes hardened and she looked away. Tears flooded her eyes and the blue-eyed boy frowned.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. Here," He took her hand and wiped the blood off with the napkin he held. "I can walk you home if you'd like," He continued as he wiped her finger off. Even though he was talking about taking this girl home, he couldn't help but realize that she was pretty. But that's what being thirteen did to a guy. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful, even if her clothes were a little...outlandish. It's not often you see a girl in a purple dress and white sandals. He wondered where she went to school. A girl like her wouldn't go unnoticed.
"It's kind of dangerous out here at night, so maybe I should walk you home. Or you know, whatever. You could come back to my house and call your pa- He stopped himself and she pulled her hand away.
"No. I do not wish to cause a burden." She said softly.
"Oh, it's nothing, really. I just live over there." He said, pointing to a towering mansion in the distance. He watched her pretty eyes dance with amazement.
"You live there?" She asked in amazement.
He nodded his head. "Yeah. So, do you want to go there and call your house?" He asked, throwing the used napkin in the trash bin.

She shook her head, her ruby hair flaring in the direction her head shook. "No. It is okay. I can get home myself," She looked at her finger, then to the rose in her handand smiled. Then she looked at his blue eyes and ebony hair. He was handsome, that much was for sure, and she owed him for his kindness and concern.She handed him the rose. "I promise." She ran into the woods and never looked back.

The young teen looked at the rose and then at the blood that was trickling down his finger to the palm of his hand.He smiled in spite of himself and began to walk home, thinking of the ruby haired young girl. He wished he had found out her name so he could see her again. Somehow, though, he would see her again some day.

He didn't know how close he was to the truth.

Hey! If you're still reading this, THANK YOU! I hope you liked it and I hope you continue to read it as I write more chapters. I know, I know, it's really short, but you know, it's just a prolog. The next chapter will be longer! I promise! Anyway, please review!

Bunny.