The cold wind blew as Rosa sat on the hill.She shivered and her long curly hair flowed behind her.streamed by the breeze that seeped though her clothing and to her skin.
Her eyes where no different, still as red as her blood that flowed though her veins.She felt....strange.Like there was a battle going on inside her mind.Between good and evil,light and darkness though she could not help but think evil things such as burning, killing and torture.
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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