Once Upon A time in a old house, lived a beautiful women named Rosella. Rosella had blonde hair thats sparkled like gold, her eyes where blue as the sea and lips as red as dark red blood. she lived with her old poor mother who was always home and cooked food when Rosella would come home.One summer day, Rosella was out picking blue berries by the long winding river, when she had finished she sat by the river bank and started eating the berries, once she had eaten half of the the basket of berries, it was time for her to go home.
She walked down the path to her house, when all of a sudden she heard a loud moan coming from the house, she quickly ran up to door and opened it, she walked up stairs. She had found that her dear old mother had collapsed on the bedroom floor, her eyes were closed and she was cold as ice. Rosella picked up her mother and gentley put her down on to the bed.
Two hours had past and Rosella's mother was still a sleep from falling on the floor, all Rosella wanted was her mother to wake up but it was no use, so she sat near her mothers bed and started to cry, she sobbed so much that the only think she could say now was. "Please don't be dead, just please don't be dead, why don't you just take me".All of a sudden Rosella realised something, near the river bank there was an old cottage, in that cottage lived a witch. Rosella put a wash cloth on her mothers head and then whispered in her ear "I'll do what ever it takes to bring back to me".
Rosella walked down the path and near the river, when Rosella was a child she met the witch while picking Tulips in town, the witches name was priscilla. Rosella came to the river and out from her pocket she grabbed out a crystal ball in the shape of an Apple. She then streched out her hand with the ball in it and dropped it in the river. After this happend the river turned light blue and started to glow. Then out of no wher the witch appeared in purple rags. her hair was grey and long, her eyes where purple aswell, matching her clothes.
"Hello Rosella, nice to see again after all these years, what ever is the matter". Rosella had no choice she knew the witch was cunning, it was for the best. "Pricsilla, i need you to sacrafice my life for my mother, she is very sick, but...", "but?" questioned the witch....
"I want to also be right by her side, sacrafice me but turn me into something else like a flower". The witch thought for a moment and smiled, she reached in and pulled out from her black bag, a vail of pink liquid. " this potion will "sacrafice " your life for hers". The old women handed the potion to Rosella, "Give it to your mother and your'e life will end as a mortal, your'e life will be transfered to your dear old mother". Rosellsa looked at the witch and smiled. " Thank you so much" Rosella quickly ran back to her house.
Rosella walked in the door with the potion in her hand, she walked upstairs back to where her mother lay, her mother was growing weak she was about to die. Rosella then opened the vail and put the potion in her mothers cup of tea. she then nelt down beside the bed and whispered in her mothers ear. " This is for you mother". Carefully, but gracfully Rosella poured the cup of tea in her mothers mouth, after she did this she took a step back. All o a sudden pink swirls of magic filled the air, Rosella and her mother. Before Rosella knew it her life was gone and Rosella turned into a flower, but not just any flower, Rosella turned into the first red rose. When the magic died down Rosella's mother sat her self up on the bed and streched, she realised she was more energetic and she felt like she was young again. The mother found the rose on the floor. She then realised Rosella was gone, she cried out her name several times but it was no use. She ran out of the house and screamed out Rosella's name, "ROSELLA!!!!". Then a spark of dark magic appeared, the witch appeared in front of the old women. "Oh Please Pricsilla, please where is my daughter" cried the women.
The witch walked past the women into the house. minutes later she walked back out but this time she had the rose in her hand "Here she is" said the witch holding up the rose. The old women dried her tears and looked up at the witch holding the rose. " She sacraficed her life for your'es which in return , your'e beautiful daughter turned into a rose, the very first."The witch walked over the old women and handed the rose to her" here, so she can be with you". The old women grabbed the rose from the witch's hands and clutched it in her arms.
from that day on the old women would take care of the rose and would be visited by the witch everyday for magical water to sprinkel on the rose.so the end this story it all comes back to the title of the story...
Beauty Becomes The Rose
