Thunder rolled over head. Dark storm clouds loomed over the old forest. Footsteps mashed into the mud lead to a young girl running through the thick underbrush. What she was running from could very likely be her own imagination. Thorns and branches reached out like fingers. They pulled her hair and tore her dress, but she just kept running.
With a blank expression on her face she stumbled out of the brush and into the begining of the old forest.
Thunder boomed above the trees, causing the young girl to start running again. Her bare feet tangled in the long moss as she ran. Rain pounded the trees, somehow it slid through the leaves to reach her skin. Lightning struck a tree in front of her. A scream pierced the night air. The burned tree came tumbling down. The young girl stumbled backwards in fear for her life.
She tripped over a tree trunk and fell. Her bottom hit the ground first but her head struck a rock. Warm blood ozzed out of her head, staining the already rain-soaked ground. Black and white dots spun like dancers around eyes.
Everything she remember came flooding into her mind. Her parents, her brother, her friends, her family, her home. Even at her age she could see that it was the end-that she would have to give it all up. And so she closed her eyes and prayed that no one would miss her.
A single salty tear rolled down her cheek.
And in that dark moment something magical happened.
When the tear hit the rock it began to grow and change. It seemed to turn golden... And then a single golden rose grew out of the rock, right beside the dying girl, born from a last tear.
As the girl began to breath heavy, the rose's petals fell. As the girls body became heavy, the rose's stem began to bend. And as the young girl took her last breath the rose wilted and crumpled to the cold blood-stained rock.
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