The Black Rose

Prologue

                     "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair..."

                                                                                                                -Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities

                       "Humanity will never change be it from killing millions of innocent to wiping out an entire kingdom with raging fire. Such pitiful and fragile beings, but I chose not to help because they simply do not deserve it."

                          "What about the weak, the defenseless, the poor and the forgotten? Would help them?Would you just ignore them?"

                             "No. I would not have cared for the weak nor would have I allied myelf with the strong. Such labels are so petty and hypocrital when God made them all to be equal. But them again, human interpretation have spoiled even the most basic definitions of what it is to be human."

                                "Then why do you intend on saving her?"

                                "Because vengeance feeds on her burning soul."

                                    The cold darkness intends to swallow her whole and into its hollow depths. She struggles to get hold of the line between life and death as it threatens to snap. The crimson dress she wears sticks to her skin. Misty-eyes turns to the mean of her distress and a saddening failure of salvation.

                                          What happened to her?Did she not promised to protect her from all harm? Was she not strong enough? Maybe. Yes, she was weak.

                                        She bites down on her dry lips as fat tears rolls down her cheeks. Her breathing starts to become shallow as she tries her very best to keep her eyes open.

                      She silently wishes for her to become stronger for her sister one last time.

                                     Until, however, a deep voice fills her and offers her salvation. How ironic for it to rescue her when it sounded so cold and dark; nevertheless, she accepted it. Perhaps this was the genie who would grant her dying will or just her knight in shining armor. She didn't care as long as it will grant her wish.

                           Her name is Claire Annabella Sera and it was the only thing that didn't change.