I didn't know who I was or how I had gotten to the place that I was currently trapped in so I did the only logical thing I could think of doing at the time; I began to walk. I walked in whatever direction the wind wished to pull me. I walked through the patches of moonlight as if they were shining pieces of stardust lighting my way to the place where I belonged. I listened as the roses whispered to one another as if they had found a piece of gossip that was as juicy as a freshly ripened pomegranate picked freshly from the vine. I walked for what seemed like days, but must have only been a mere handful of hours, that is until I came upon a particularly strange flower that was growing within the claw like thorns of the brambles that Imprisoned me. It was a pure white rose sitting within a see of blood red petals.
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A Briar Trapped In The Thicket
FantasyStep into a little fairies wings as she attempts to make her way out of a very thick and dangerous briar bush as she tries to find a way back to her home. All while trying to remember who she is and what she has lost, along with trying to remember h...
