Life

The Beginning

Somewhere, in a beautifull green meadow, far into the Irish grounds, sat a young and beautifull woman. Her skin was fair, her lips filled and her eyes a beautifull electric blue. The wind was playing with her goldenbrown locks as the girl was making gracious movesments with her hand, a single rose beginning to grow. The girl smiled as she let the flower bloom, it's beautifull white leaves spreading. The girl plucked the flower and it only seemed to bloom more.
A snap of a branch made the girl look up, only to find many angry and scared villagers. "Get the witch!" a woman yelled. The girl got scared and the flower that once bloomed in her hand withered away. The girl started running through the forest, many villagers following her close. Her lightblue dress flowed behind her as she ran, her barefeet being cut by the sharp rocks on her path, but she didn't stop. 
She ran, and ran until she no longer could hear the angry villagers behind her. Exhausted she fell to the ground against a large oak tree , slowly letting the tears fall. Where her tears would fall, dark red roses started to bloom. The girl looked at them and slowly felt better. it wasn't like she had chosen to have the gift. Her mother had always told her that the Godess had given her a great gift, the gift of life and that she should cherish it. Sadly her mother had passed away a year ago and the villagers had grown more hostile towards the girl. The girl grew tired and layed down, a small bed of fresh green grass around her to let her sleep well.
"Poor thing." an angelic voice sounded above the girl. "Are you sure it will be smart to change her Hilda?" another voice spoke, only a slightly harsher one, yet it remained angelic. "I believe this girl deserves it, Victoria." the first angelic voice spoke again. "I believe her name is Maeve, she lived in the same village as I did before I was changed." a third voice could be heard. "Very well. She will join our coven." Hilda spoke again. Maeve layed still, too scared of what these angelic voices meant. Soon, a sharp feeling punctured her arm. Maeve quickly sat up, holding her arm as a warm feeling started to spread form the wound. Maeve looked up to find five beautifull women infront of her. But much time wasn't given to examine these beautifull creatures as the warm feeling started to feel warmer, spreading more into her body until it felt like her insides where burning. A scream escaped Maeve's mouth as she fell back onto the ground, holding her arm close to her. "Shh, it is alright. Don't fight it." Hilda said, trying to sooth the girls pain slightly, but to no avail. The burning pain had reached Maeve's heart as it was pumping the venom through her veins, burning every cell away. And so, her three days filled with the feeling of being on fire started, until her heart stopped beating and her immortal life began.