The Rose and Her Thorns

by DreamingOfVenus

Amy remembers nothing from her childhood. The last thing she can recall is meeting Raphael, and him rescuing her. As a series of truths are revealed to her, the girl who only knew a bit about her past realizes the little bit she thought she knew was a lie. This story contains both poetry and prose (writing that is not poetry)—the usage alternates between chapters.

1. The Beginning

The sun set, the night sky was fresh—

Just like the winds caressing her flesh.

The only light besides the moon above

Came from the flames eating the buildings belonging to people she loved.

How it exactly happened, she did not know—

but she suspected the man whose eyes did glow.

His eyes were wild and were the color of blood—

Just like her favorite flower's bud.

"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice filled with fright,

Intimidated by the stranger's large height.

"I am your rescuer, dear little girl.

Do you not see the flames and hear how they whirl?"

"I do," said the girl, now fueled by rage.

"Don't call me 'little,' you don't know my age."

The man chuckled darkly, the sound filling the air

As the girl's words faltered, her mind now ensnared.

"I'll call you what I want, and since you're so flamy,

I feel like the name that would suit you is Amy."

And then the life the girl knew ended—

Her relationships and memories temporarily suspended.