Soul Slayer: Reborn

Chapter 1- Rose, One Flower Unwilling To Bloom

The gale rustled through the trees, blackcaps and chiffchaffs chasing each other through the air, waves slowly and calmingly lapping onto the shore, trying to hold hands with the rocks. The moon and stars cast down a silvery glow on the stretched out waters and the melodic hum of crickets was almost soothing.
A girl lay on the sands of the beach, a milky, musty white stone clasped around her hand tied around a glove, her bag washed halfway at the other side of the beach. Her chestnut hair swayed in the wind and her necklace rhythmically glowed on and off like a heartbeat, the green glow emitting from it similar to lusciously grown shrubs.
Her eyes fluttered open.
One of her eyes was a soft greenish white, but the other was quite the opposite. Her left eye looked almost infected, but not by any bacteria. It looked like it was infected by a... darkness, her iris was red and angry as well as showing a small scar down her eye that was similar to some china that was on the verge of cracking. This eye was bewitched.
Bewitched by her sister, her sister who had the power of Nether- the Darkness in the world.
Her clothes were ragged and what must of been an old map had now been disintegrated into nothingness. She slowly got up, touching her arm that had a large gash. It healed instantly. She slowly walked forwards, looking around at her surroundings. The wood seemed almost familiar to her, like second nature. She had never been in this wood before, but the way she looked at the buzzing insects and the skittish birds was something of nostalgic happiness.
She skipped along like a child, tracing her hand along every stump, every bush, leaving a white glow behind her.

She soon made her way into an opening and looked around. About northwest was a large smoking mountain. But that wasn't a mountain, that was a volcano. It was nestled between a large row of mountains, but it stood taller and a little more isolated than the pointed and heavily packed cliffs. She looked forwards and found a large tree and began to climb it for a better viewpoint, her childlike wonder coming back to her once more.
Then she fell.
She grasped her head as a sudden wash of memories flooded her mind, but she couldn't fully remember why. She couldn't fully remember why she was there, she couldn't fully remember how she was on the beach. All she could remember was that when she looked at the stone, she knew she had to do something, something... important. But these memories stalled her, they were images of people, a boy, a big house, a cave, a wood, a diary, the boy again but older... her sister.
She did remember her sister. Not much, but she did remember that she had to end it. She had to end her. Once and for all.

She got up, magic swirls weaving around her fingers like thread as she lifted up her hand calmly and the tree began to grow. She controlled it, moved and elongated the branches to wherever she thought best until the tree was the tallest in the area. She'd made the inner branches to curve around like a dome, and the outer ones to stick out, hiding this unnatural shape to make it seem like a normal tree. She climbed up more carefully this time, every foot placement she had turned into a small notch where she could hop up. She got into the tree, it was sturdy and house like enough for her liking. She knew that this tree like look would be only temporary, and with other help she could make it into a house.

She threw her fist down to the trunk centre, hollowing it all out in an instant and forcing roots to move away the dirt and ground, almost making another room. Water began to seep down and fill the room, but she stayed calm and made a container like bridge out of roots that kept the pool and room separate. It would of been pitch black down there, if it wasn't for the stone strapped to the outside of her hand glowing like a lantern as well as her luminescent eyes. She continued walking and found that she had actually chose to hollow out the ground in the perfect spot, for there was a small layer of dirt that her roots and vines broke away, but after that there was a willow tree that perfectly hid this secret exit.

She walked back up and then gasped,"My things!" She jumped down from the tree with a perfect somersault and landed right down on her toes before springing off back to the beach.

She took her things and found a small wooden whistle lying next to it. It must've fallen out. She picked it up, wondering why it was there. The only reasonable thing to do was to blow it, which she did, then soon she heard a powerful caw, before a strapping golden eagle could be seen winging its way towards her and landing finally on her shoulder. She stared at it but her expression changed from confusion to realisation,"...Hey, ha, I remember you! Vee, of course!" The bird Vee chirped happily and then flew away somewhere before coming back. In its talons was an arrow, old, wooden but still useful. This also seemed to give her a spark of memory.
She held the arrow in both her hands, not speaking, to doing anything. She knew where this arrow was from, she knew who had made it. She had made it. Because on the tip was a stone, it looked like a black diamond. She pulled it off the arrowhead, it was smooth in her palm it reminded her of something. Someone.
Then she remembered everything. Not in an earth shattering revelation of memories, it was more like fog disappearing from a clearing. Now she could see. And on instinct she thrusted her hand out and a silver bow appeared in mid air from a puff of green and white smoke before settling in her hand. As the light from it faded it settled to the birch wood it was made of, sleek, white, elegant. And the old arrow she was once holding had turned new, it was fresh and clear just like all her old memories of her past. She knew who she was.
She was Rose.

Urgh this is so fucking old- if you wanna read some new writing then go to Ch:6. if you don't know already Rose is one of my least favourite character in this story, even though she hasn't  really done much wrong. She's fucking shitttt. I just find her a bit of a goodie two-shoes, but you won't really understand what I mean if you haven't read later on. I really hate this and I promise you it gets better later on. Hopefully.