Once again, the unpleasant admonition of darkness strongly made its appearance noticeable. At this point, Shadow thought if there was anything else wrong with the present, or if there was anything more essential to his future. There has to be a more relevant reasoning that he would have to be in the same background for his dream- in the exact same position, to be direct.
Disdain shows from his gaze, an austere attitude running away with Shadow's obvious misjudged imagination. Who knows what lurked behind the shadows and the invisible, yet watchful eyes of villainous predators of nightmares? He would be prepared for what comes his way, even if he is seemingly in dementia of his own dream dwellings.
"Strange…this only occurred when that pink blur kept showing itself in my dreams. And ever since I met Amy, all the mysterious premonitions disappeared, out of my head they seeped away like trickling streams in the forest," Shadow recalled to himself. "Surely, there's more foreshadowing to this than I thought it would…"
And then, there was that warm, welcoming breeze again.
Turning his head to the right, as though it was a reflexive response to the atmosphere from the direct signals of his brain, a small glow of pink pierced the darkness.
'Why is it growing from the ground? There is no grass.'
This bothered the black hedgehog so much that he walked slowly towards it, until it got close enough for him.
As he did so, his icy heart melted once more to the confusing emotion. 'Aghh, it's that feeling again. It's too painful to overcome,' he thought, clutching his chest at the same time. It grew more intense as he came closer.
"But I never weaken from pain; I endure it, no matter if it cost my life. All because I'm an Umbrian monarch, whose blood, as powerful and dominating, never hides from fear and pain."
As soon as he got close, there was the same beautiful pink rose. Shining in its glory, the lonely flower stood youthful and blossoming to its fullest. Although there was no sunshine to thrive on, no roots to stick by, and no water to be eternalized, Shadow noticed that its determined presence…its need to be noticed…to stand out…came from within. It was as though the rose had a particular soul; a triumphant, sweet spirit that would never be erased from the face of the Earth.
"This rose…this must symbolize Amy! That must be why I admire it as much as her," he exclaimed.
In this conclusion that was probably why his heart barked like a puppy gleeful and relieved to see its beloved young female companion.
Normally, roses have five petals, but the flower was blossoming into beautiful folds of thirteen. A sharp prick made a little cut in Shadow's finger, which he noticed right away.
Directing his attention towards the stem, jet black thorns emerged with a warning of their own. The thorns, unlike the rose, had a mind of their own, its incentive to protect the flower from harmful hazards, despite their insistence on attaching itself to the rose...risking their own wellbeing just for the glorious flower. The dark prince took one good guess as to this occurrence.
"I guess that's my personality mirroring from the thorns," he chuckled to himself.
Staring longer into its lovely shape, sudden jolts and twinges of longing came along. An unexpected spirit had wakened from its long sleep in Shadow's chest and had emerged to reclaim the five senses to its own. The rose's way of having its own sunshine intrigued it more and it is ravaged for more…more vital information to know about it, but in deeper, more intimate ways. Rampaging around from its prison of suppressed passion, it makes a racket to meet its prey. Now it is the predator on the prowl. The object, of course, is the chaste andbeautiful rose.
The prince woke up, somehow excited to see Amy again. No sunshine once again, and bleak and miserable attitude as usual with the place. He shrugged off the obvious. They were supposed to meet at the meadows today, a time to spend with each other. One way or another, he knew that the thirteen petals, the gleaming shine, and that feeling in his heart that had just previously dormant, had to do with his sweetheart, Amy.