Rose Revealed: A Narrative Fiction

“Where are we? The last thing I remember was your bulldog’s barking and footsteps. Wait! That means that other people have escaped the force fields! But why would they kidnap us? And I remember something about being watched…Right! I‘ve been meaning to ask you. You knew we were being watched, but you didn’t tell me about it, why?" she asked, trying to piece together the fragments of memories

emotions are shown through the struggle she did. The story brings out emotions of sympathy

Rose's voice snapped her back to reality. It was harsh and she couldn't help but stare at the object that was tearing apart at their bond before even looking at her

I stood up looking at them both, then looking to my right to see the dead body.

Hopefully she'd arrive at what he believed could be the only correct decision, by herself, and the last thing he wanted was for Lexi to feel as if he was her enemy too. When it finally come, he did all he could not to not let his relief show, briefly closing his eyes, and taking a moment to compose his thoughts. "We really don't have a choice, Lexi, and I wish I could say something to make it easier, however, I can't. But, but we will get through this. You're a fighter, and you're strength and determination are the reasons I could never forget you, and came back. Anyone else would have given into the whims of your Father by now, but not the Alexandria Huntington I met and fell in love with."

Suddenly, everything changed. And it would have been an ideal situation except for one thing. She was gone, having lived almost a 100 years before.

“I would love to Josh, but I better go check on Mary first, I don’t think she’s feeling very well.” Not giving him time to reply she turned to search for Mary.

Barbara and Charlotte emerged from the shadows at opposite corners of the barn, M22’s in hand. Maxime was nowhere in sight, and Teams Charlie and Delta had not yet arrived. Hiram opened the door of the car and began to climb out. As he stood, Deborah threw her arms around him and almost pushed him back into the driver’s seat. She pulled away for a moment, but Hiram drew her back to him. He kissed her and pulled her in tight against him once more. Relief filled the gaping void that had been left in his chest since the mess in Saarbrucken.

She was quiet and glum. "We have to do this. I'm going to need help. Just a minute." She stuck her head out the door. "Doris, Betty. Come here a

“I’m so sorry about what happened Margot,” the teacher began truly sorrowful. “If there is any way I could help you feel better”.

"I think it's held at the cemetery this year," I then draw a Patrick above my message, I fold up the paper and pass it to Rose. She unfolds it and then looks up and nods at me.

Our story takes place in a land of forests and fields, towns and villages, rolling hills and brooks. The old and powerful Church of New Rose, which ruled the lands for six centuries, aims to establish total control over her domains. The Dukes and Kings who ruled these lands sought to gain independence from the church's iron grasp. ___ was one such of these Dukes seeking to gain independence from the church. Being the most influential of the movement, the church sent private soldiers under the cover of darkness to assassinate ___. As the church's spies learned more of the scheming of the Dukes, the church made their decision to gather a force and assert their authority over their domains. Forming a huge army of ___, Druids, and mercenaries, the church

“Lilly, I need to speak with you… ” Rose said, approaching her and Nile, “...alone.”

“We’ve been looking for you, Miriam. The mistress was worried about you. Come. Come back to the house.”

“Uh b-both.” he ducked his head down. He couldn’t look at her; if he did he’d see her gentle, caring eyes, and he’d cry and then she would cry and then they’d have a long talk on the couch where he would inevitably spill out all of the strange, frightening things that’d happened that day.