Prologue
No one ever said the life of a huntress was long-lived, or safe. In fact, they often said the truth, that it wasn't. That the career path of fighting monsters and helping people wasn't worth the risk to one life.
There were always those that took the job anyway, not to be swayed by those who warned them. Men and women that still, saw it as their duty to take on the job of protector and savior. Lights in the dark.
That's what made it always hurt the most when one of those lights went out. Was that they chose the path, even though they didn't have to. Especially when the light was young, just starting its job as a beacon of hope.
The light that, belonged to a small rose, one that held more than just a few people's hopes. Seemed to hurt the most, it hurt the hearts of the entire world. It was her face that had rallied the world, had called them arms against a common threat. Made them forget about their petty grudges, and treat those beside them as brother and sister in arms. Even if they may have looked, acted, or lived differently.
It was this rose that after the war was won, while people were grieving over their lost loved ones. Was being grieved as well as a sister, a daughter, a friend, a hero. She had delivered the final blow, with the cost only a true protector give. She had brought the peace, that would come. Never to be forgotten for her choice.
There were now shines, memorials, statues in every town paying her tribute. With visitors and prayers coming to them from all around. It was a stone on a cliffside on the island of Patch that was the most visited. A stone that sat next to her mothers, sharing the same message.
"Ruby Rose: Thus Kindly I Scatter"
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But was she truly gone?