A rose so beautiful that it’s blinding. A rose so cursed not even Davy Jones locker would take it. See for the rose was lost. No map, no direction, no desire.
The rose wanders these glades secluded and shielded from the rest from of the world. See the roses beauty was a blessing and a curse.
The petals so red you could see it for miles, but the thorns sharp as the dagger once stabbed in its stem.
The rose’s beauty would attract all who gazed upon her, but not all eyes were filled will good intent. For the rose was not dumb, but was once vulnerable.
The rose was so hurt that everything around rose was torn down. One after another everything these walls got built. Higher and higher they grew until there was no more space left.
Now this simple rose once open to the world is surrounded by traps beyond imagination. For her peddles had once been stained by dishonesty and disloyalty and now needed to be guarded.
Now four season have past since anyone has seen this rose, but for an ant seeks this great tale. This ant seeks for the legend of the rose.
Everyone wished to see and obtain this rose but none had the determination to keep going. This Ant kept going no mater how many times he was hit and hurt on through the traps the ant kept going.
For this Ant was different from every other insect gunning for this rose. This ant didn’t want the rose just to have it for the ant wanted the rose cherish it.
Part 1 - The Rose and The Ant