Her blonde hair blew past her shoulders in the wind. The mist of the sunset was now setting in New York City. That night was unusually quiet for New York City. But that was good for Rose. Her thoughts and dreams had be crushed and ruined into haunting and tearful nightmares. Mortal enemies where never met to fall in love with each other. Never in a thousand years would Rose dream of that happening, and yet. It happened. Jake had been the American Dragon and she was the Huntsgirl. They where never meant to fall in love. The shame that she held when she left him go still haunted her. After the hunt Rose had ran from it all. She didn't want anything to do with hunting magical creatures at all.
She heard someone call her name. Not Thorn, but Rose. She knew who had called her name. Jake.
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