She was the hero I always wanted to follow. She was the first person that did not see me as a monster.
She may have seen me as a person, but in reality I was nothing more than a weapon to be pointed at an enemy. She was my wielder.
I was a blade to cut through her foes. I was a shield to deflect hostile attacks. I served her until she no longer had need of me.
And now that the war is over and my hero lays fallen, I decay forgotten in the dirt.
My name is Crescent Rose and I will always remember my hero, my mother, Ruby Rose.