the blossoming rose

hanging the rose

PROLOGUE

Death. For me, death is a lingering thought.You know, I always wondered when I was going to die. Death is just your second shadow that can stay out of your sight when it feels like it, death will stare you down into your grave.

My eyes are blurry and I feel myself slowly gaining consciousness. My head is an empty well, no memory, no name, age, nothing. The sky is dusted with white as snow falls from the sky. I look around me, noticing the symmetry of the scenery. Snow covered trees stand tall along the vast spread of mountains that line the horizon. I am lost, completely and utterly lost, then suddenly in the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of silver, a shimmering object poking out of the snow, the sun creating a blinding beam from the unidentified object. My body feels unnaturally weak as I pull myself along the ground toward the shimmering object. My hand goes numb as I wrap my ice cold hand around it. I pull it out of the snow and immediately notice its shape, a golden cylinder with a bright red ribbon flowing through a crack in the object.

There are so many intricate details on it, carved swirls looking like waves reaching up to enormous winged creatures that seemed to merge with the skies. I pull the ribbon and out comes what looks to be an old scroll. I turn it over but to add to my confusion the scroll is blank. My frustration gets the better of me and I throw the scroll away, suddenly a blinding blue light erupts from the scroll and a soothing voice fills my ears,

"Lilac, do not be afraid" The voice is cool and calm like a light winter wind but questions are starting to fill my head who is lilac? Am I lilac! "I am not here to hurt you, only help, but I do not have much time" Her voice seems to be a whisper inside of me. "Lilac they are coming for you have faith in your name my precious flower and all will be well for tonight they shall hang the rose and what a precious flower a rose is." I am confused to the point of wanting to scream but this makes no sense, it is filled with riddles, but what I just witnessed, and heard, this is all I have to live by, so I felt for that voice inside of me not knowing what it meant or what it was, and I ran.