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A beautiful young woman, no more than 17, tred stealthily through the meadows of roses stopping every few minutes to enjoy the the roses in bloom. She fit in perfectly with her golden blonde locks of hair cascading down her back, shining in the glow from the full moon. Her innocnet hazel eyes and her robes of pure white made her look ever more innocent; However there was something sinister about this woman, something that unsettled him deeply. At the last row of roses she stopped and pulled loose a single rose; A rose that did not belong amoung the many colorful flowers. The rose she had picked was black, midnight black, with saphire blue tips. Odd, no rose like this had ever been seen before. It was rare and beautiful. The girl, however, did not seem to think so. She gave a look of disgust and pulled off some of the petals, laughing, as she let them fall to the ground. The rose, so beautiful, and yet so sad, seemed to cry out a name as the girl plucked more and more petals from the stem. when she reached the center the rose began to ooze crimson red blood, as if it were human. The girl laughed, proud of what she had done, and threw the rose to the ground with blood stained hands. The rose lay limp at his feet and cried his name softly... Aaron.

This is just a beginning help is needed! please tell me what you think!

*laughs* you like it? i didn't think it was that good! although none of my writing has been good lately! and thank you i'm glad you liked it!

*grins* thanks! i've been working on it for a while! this is the first time i've let people see it! you should here the plot of the rest of the story! lols

i'm not sure cause i don't know what part she's going to play in his life.

ok this village survives off of tending these flowers. thats what they do! so what if i had him go work in the feilds and find this rose. i mean thats what he's supposed to do. but it's been stepped on like someone doesn't want it there (coincidence?) so he takes the rose inside and cares for it. at Midnight it becomes a young woman with Long curly midnight black hair, and saphire blue eyes? how does it sound?

ahhh no crying! you'll be back on later right? i'll be going soon too! i can't keep my eyes open! lols

hmmmmm sounds good! i mean after a while both girls make an appearnce to him because this is a fight that has been going on for hundreds of thousands of years and he is now caught inthe middle of it!

Ok here is the repost of it! and a tad bit extra.

A beautiful young woman, no more than 17, tred stealthily through the meadows of roses stopping every few minutes to enjoy the the roses in bloom. She fit in perfectly with her golden blonde locks of hair cascading down her back, her innocnet hazel eyes, and her robes of pure white. However there was something sinister about this woman, something that unsettled him deeply. At the last row of roses she stopped and pulled loose a single rose, a rose that did not belong amoung the many colorful flowers. The rose she had picked was black, midnight black, with saphire blue tips.It was more beautuful than any of the roses he had seen before. More beautiful than any rose seen in these meadows before. It was rare and beautiful. The girl, however, did not seem to think so. A look of pure disgust mared her beautiful features as she violently ripped off soft black petals, laughing as she let them fall to the ground. The rose, so beautiful, so sad, seemed to cry out a name, begging for help, as the girl ripped more and more petals from the stem. When she reached the center the rose began to ooze crimson red blood, spilling over onto the girls hands, marking her, with murder it seemed. The girl laughed, proud of what she had done, and threw the rose to the ground with those blood stained hands. The rose lay limp at his feet, the petals strewn around it, and cried his name softly... Aaron.
He awoke to hearing his name being called by that sad whisper which faded to his mothers voice calling him to breakfast. He groaned loudly hoping they heard it and rolled over, planning not to get up. After all it was his Birthday and they had promised he didn’t have to work. So why get up? His mother’s voice did not give up and instead came closer to his door. The voice was followed by a loud pounding on his door, “Up and at it boy. There’s a long day ahead of you!” He was angry now. He hated the thought of having to work on his Birthday. Especially in the hot sun all day. He loved the village, he really did, he loved everything about it. The sweet fragance that hovered in the air from the roses, the colors that could make anyones day brighter, the pure simple bliss it gave him, and beauty of it all. However, after a dream like that working in the fields didn’t sound so fun.