I'm not a Loony!

Case No. 9

History of a bloody rose

Entry 96,

Hollows is a hemispherical roofed vicinity. It has the size of a town city, a massive dome that a thousands people are just a small number. It was inclosed with only high powered lightings being used. Surrounded by thick walls from ground covering to up high. Such infrastructure is hidden yet not hidden. Looking back, it was established three generations ago, counting its coming hundredth years.
 
The foundation could be traced back to a certain individual. Whose name must not be speak of, for 'she' was someone whose name have the same ring as the bells of hell, a taboo.

This person made the hearts of everyone trembles upon hearing her name. She was also known as a bloody rose with a lot of thorns.
 
An untouchable flower, sole and deeprooted in a steep cliff. Climbing is the only ways up, pass the surrounding poison ivies, dare to be pricked by her sharp thorns, indeed, its a risk with death before one can reach her.
 
But.

Once upon a time when the dark clouds looming above her was carried away by a strong gust of wind, clearing up the sky. The she whose just like a hollow entity, witnessed the day bexome sunny, and as everything else follows.
 
The sun shines, melting the frozen cliff, and dispersing the cold fog. A new way up to the steep cliff appeared and so without delay spring comes in waltzing....
 
The bloody rose looked upon the arriving person, it was the very first time someone have reached that far. She become wary, never thought that this time will come, and become afraid that this person will now pluck her mercilessly..... and the thorned flower wondered, will that hurt?
 
Against bellowing wind the bloody rose stood majestically, as the grass rustles. If this is her end, damn may be the world, then so be it. But contratry to what she have expected, that person didnt dared to pluck her, but instead, he just seated there by her side, not so close, yet not far.  Enough to hear him, hearing his warm voice saying,
 
'You've got a beautiful view here. Stingy."
 
That person was looking towards the direction of the setting sun, which was reflected in vast green lands below, painting the surrounding cliff in the same glow of rubies.
 
Beautiful. The thorned flower agreed, this was also the first time she saw the sun, more less this kind of view, afterall it have always been dark in her cliff.
 
While at that, the person look upon at the lone bloody rose with eyes filled with gentleness that when the bloody rose catch a glimpse of it.... she thorned herself.
 
At that moment she's aware that she already have fallen. Though she was not plucked but instead have fallen.... fallen into abyss deeper the cliff. Ah indeed, that certain cliff with no way of return, but nonethtless she smiled while falling. And unexpectedly she liked it. That blissful feeling, the hollowness being filled, and brimming even.
 
Since then, from a far two silhouttes could be seen in the steep cliff. Every day have become sunny, only warmth envelops.
 
Days passed become weeks, become months, become years.

Every now and then faint giggles could now be heard, looking at the cliff now, there were cute little dandelion, adorably giggling.
  
Everything have become beautiful. Thats how that person whose name must not be speak of, was swept of her feet.
 
But then the world is cruel with reality, unlike everyone else love story, her's is not an easy one, for someone as her, for the 'she' is a person of unspeakble past. Past that will always be hot on her back, unable to shake it off.
 
And in order to protect the ones she have now treasured, she who danger seeks the most, comes up with a bold idea but one that can be her ultimate defense. 
 
Thus, Hollows was built. Home of fleers. It was built in the foot of a cliff, in a valley between mountains.
  
Hollows was her, like as her heart opens, arms welcomes persons of the same sentiments. A refuge. That person after all believes 'the birds with the same feather flock together'. Then a new chapter of her history starts.
 
This was her lair. The playground of her children. It was their home, of their family and their next generations to come.
  
This was theirs.
 
'was'
 
Yes. It was.