Rose

Prologue(edited)

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My life wasn't always how it is now. I don't remember how, but I know this was not my only life.

How I ended up here is beyond me. I had woken up suddenly in an enclosed darkness.

Everywhere I pushed or hit didn't budge. I finally kicked whatever was blocking my way from the enclosed space out.

As light had streamed into the metal, stone and wood box I was incased in my eyesight became blurry as I tried to make out my surroundings with the bright sunlight alluminating all around me.

I saw chunks of stones that had writing on them which I'm guessing was a tombstone.

Stepping out of my box I saw what seemed to be a cemetery. I moved forward when I heard a clinking sound as I moved.

I gazed down and saw my attire.

I was dressed as if I was preparing for battle but the type of battle that happened centuries ago with a sword strapped to my hip and leg.

As well as a pendent of a pressed red rose incases between two thin sheets of glass with silver detail around it holding everything together hanging around my neck.

  I start looking around cautiously. As I pass by I see spirits, ghost spirits sitting near their tombstones looking at me weirdly. Questions floating around my mind.

'Why am I here? How did I get here?' I looked down and see my fingers rubbing the pendant around my neck as if it was an old habit that never went away.

I peered down at the beautiful pressed rose in the glass  thinking and wondering who would give me such a magnificent necklace like this with a rose of this beauty?

I was wandering around trying to find someone to help me understand what is going on. The whispers of the ghost not helping as it kept pulling me from my thoughts.

'Who is she? Why are her eyes look like liquid silver such an unusual color. How come she still has her mortal body unlike us?'

I stopped my walking when I saw a huge oak tree that looked hundreds of years old. I looked all around the tree hoping to find something, anything when I found a trap door leading down the tree.

As I expected the inside looked just as the outside except voices were heard. I then followed the voices as they got louder. I stopped outside of another door before knocking.

The voices ceased and then the creaking of a door was heard as the door open welcoming her in. Inside were 3 ghost spirits only much bigger than the ones outside.

They narrow their eyes as they asked, "Who are you?" I open my mouth but close it suddenly not knowing what to say. They look at me waiting for an answer. When they don't get one the middle spirit sighed loudly and said, "Well?"

   I racked my brain until it gave me a small name. "Rose." I said my voice and throat in need of something to drink but I had a feeling I didn't want water. The first one that say one the far left said, "Rose what?"

I looked down at my feet as I said, "I don't know, all I know is that I don't belong here." The three nodded.

The middle one spoke up again as he said, "Yes we can tell that you are not one of us, but you can't just leave." I look at him feeling bewildered, "And why not?" I ask feeling slightly angered.

"Whether you like it or not, your stuck with us like the rest of the spirits. Even if your not a ghost, anyone who comes stays and that's final." The left one said.

  "But that is certainly not fair, I deserve to be fr-" but I never got to finish my sentence as the right spirit spoke up and yelled, "Enough!" Even with his loud voice I did not cower away in fear.

I looked him in the eye as he said, "You can't escape, you can try but you will fail. And the mortals won't even help you because guess what they can't see you."

"What? Of course they can see me I'm flesh and bones, sort of." I replied back.

"Ah but that's where your wrong  sweetheart. There is a thing called mist and any human won't see ghost or supernatural creature like yourself with it. As well as the gate heavily guarded" The spirit told me.

My gaze turned deadly as I grit out, "You will regret this." And storm out of the tree. I see the gate with no one watching it.

Here's my chance.

I run to the gate and just as my fingers where about to touch it I was thrown back by the amount of force the shock brung me from the gate.

I groan as I hit my coffin of stone and metal with splinters of wood flying different places from the impact.

I see the right spirit standing by the tree as it said, "I never said ghost guarded it, but a spell does. One that no supernatural creature can ever break, so good luck with that."

And walked back into the tree. I roll into my back as I breath in and out trying to calm my breathing and think of any information any little thing lingering in my mind about my past life.

   Anything I remember, but as day turns into night I still come up with nothing as I fall asleep with a dying thirst aching at my throat.