Dead Rose.

I was running. Strangely incredibly fast. I didn’t know why…. I never grew tired. As I heard the thundering paws it just pushed me farther. To run, like a stag leaping through the forest. I felt numb as my heart pounded I felt little blood in my veins. I didn’t understand. All I woke up too is the sound of blood curdling howls, in a midnight forest. That’s all I remembered, ever since I’ve been running. Where were my memories? How was I born, who am I…more like what am I?
What was this craving? This bitter taste was in my mouth. What is this fear I feel towards those monsters….those large wolves!? I felt my ears perking up hearing the wolfish cries through the dark night. The moon shining upon me as if I was its target. All I heard was the cries…“GET THE THRON. DON’T LET HER PEIRCE THE ROSE SOCIETY WE CAN’T LET HER GET TO THE ENTRANCE!”‘Entrance?’ I thought worriedly. ‘Society?’ UMPH! I tripped on a large piece of a fallen branch. The branch was like a bully, wanting me to fall. I moaned as I fell on my side. My leg getting scrapped by the branch as I fell. The blood slowly dripped from my leg, I was deeply wounded.
‘Blood…is the essence the life substance be careful.’ I grabbed my temples overwhelmed it was like something was speaking to me. Inside my mind. I was so confused. Who am I, what am I? Why am I out here??

Aleera remembers nothing of her past. Even worse, she is found by a mysterious people underground up above wolves guard them. Things called gatherers claim to know her but she remembers nothing. As everything unravels she realizes what she was but who she was becoming with these people. She isn't one of them anymore, but she isn't a thorn, a beastly creature. What then is she exactly?