Rose

The flower was a sign for her. One that would determine her future. If only that damned flower would just appear.

Why wasn't it appearing?

She needed it. She needed the power that came with it. To protect. To...

What did she need it for?

Did she have to give up?

The flower...wasn't appearing.

All she needed was a rose.

She looked up to the circle of priestesses chanting around her, saying their blessings. And as she did, memories flooded her mind. And tears which she thought had long run dry once again found their way down their familiar routes.

She was running out of time.

Tears dripped to the floor.

A rose...a rose...

My life for a rose.