"You know what the options are."

"Yes, but how can you be sure she's the one?"

"I can't until she is older. If she is then you will have to deal with it."

"I understand Lord Dauplor; I just hope you're wrong."

"Understandable, but you do realize she has the mark."

"It could just be"

"Don't be a fool that is no birth mark and you know it Rotsia. You will have t deal with this decision when she is older. Good Day."

I was only two weeks when this conversation came. I had no idea what they were saying then but I do know.

I grew up in a world far out on the edge of the universe. It was covered n streams, and mountains. Always beautiful. I wish I could have stayed but that was an impossibility.

As I grew, I developed a certain talent for gardens. When I was six my mother and father plowed, a five by five foot area and let me plant and garden to my pleasure. Much to my mother's dismay, my garden attracted wild life. Bugs, snakes, snails, she hated them all. My attempts to save any of these defenseless creatures led to their extreme death and my punishment. The only creature I managed to save was a kitten.

When I was eight, a beautiful calico cat wandered its way to my garden. I fed it some of the fresh fruits. Eventually it started to sleep and live in the garden. When I returned home from school, I would give it food, and water. In return for my kindness, it chased away anything attempting to harm my plants. It was not until I made the mistake of creating a toy for the cat that I was caught. My mother disciplined me harshly, but eventually caved in with my father's help and allowed me to keep the cat and bring it inside. The cat was young, barely out of its kitten years.

"What are you going to name it Deliah," asked my father.

"Daisy, she likes daisies the best," I replied.

My father smiled and patted me on the head.

I never understood the relationship my parents had with me. It was always if they were trying to love me, but at the same time trying not to.

As I grew older, more confusion ensued. People would not come near me. I often wondered if it had to do with the rose birthmark that seemed to be growing on my back.

Finally, I caught wind of the talk. It seemed that I had a twin brother, which everyone said that I had killed so I could have more nutrients to myself. I confronted my mother on the story. She cried but told me that it was not my fault. For some reason his heart was not formed correctly, and the doctors had not known until my brother was out and dead.

After that day, my mother avoided me. If she saw me, she cried. My father would not look me in the eye either. I did not understand until my eighteenth birthday.

That day Lord Dauplor came over for lunch. I was told to pack my things, sit, and wait for him and my parents to finish talking. I packed my minimal belongs, potted some of my most precious plants including some daisies, and put Daisy in a cage. Then I sat and listened to the conversation.

"I am sorry, but I just don't see her as a danger my lord."

"Your daughter has shown signs at school. Other children that have approached and angered her have turned up very sick the next day. And don't try and tell me that it's all coincidence Mr. Fluer. Ten children are not coincidence. She is dangerous, and must be banished. I warned your wife when she refused to allow the child to be killed that this day would come. There are no other options. She is the Poison Rose. And once we have left her somewhere she will be hunted, and will more than likely died. There is no other way. It is for the protection of the people. We have done this to the Poison Roses for years. They just don't belong here."

"You're not even sorry are you?"

I could hear the tears in my mother's voice.

"This is for the protection of everyone. So no I am not sorry."

"You..."

"Rotsia control you!"

"This discussion is over."

I heard the chairs slide.

Footsteps.

Two guards appeared on either side of me. Taking my arms and handcuffing me.

"Grab your bags," ordered Lord Dauplor.

My mother stepped forward crying, hugged me and handed me money.

"I am so sorry Deliah."

My father was next. He was normally so strong, but now he looked weak. Tears dripped silently like leaky faucets from each far corner of his eyes. He stepped forward, and hugged me tight. He handed me a locket before he stepped away.

The locket was gold, and hearth shaped, with a rose border. The stem of the rose twisted into the chain, and on the back, my name was engraved.

The guards yanked me through the door. And threw me into the ship.

I am not exactly sure what happened next, because for some reason they knocked me out.

I awoke with rain pouring down on me in a dark alley. I wandered a little bit daisy clutched tight to my chest. She was scared to.

I entered the first place I could find offering shelter and paid for a few nights. I set myself up in one of the small rooms, and crawled under the covers to warm up. Daisy fell asleep right next to me.

When I awoke, things somehow became worse. There was a knock on the door. I managed to drag myself up, throw on a shirt, and short out of my luggage.

Without thinking, I opened the door.

A shot was fired.

A man left with Daisy.

A woman took my clothes.

Someone stripped me naked.

Falling.

Nothing.

Breath.

Death.