Kyra came to the cemetery that night, having been woken up due to excruciating pain that was not her own. In a dream she had connected to the enchanted rose bush and knew that it was more than it seemed. She knew inside of it was a person, an angel, a being a light and love.
Kyra had been trying to avoid the other realm full of the intricate web of life. But ever since going there she couldn?t stop seeing it, especially when she dreamed. Having been one with this particular thread she knew its soul as if it were her own.
Standing there for a long time, she just looked at it. A rose blossomed before her eyes, a phenomenon that happened whenever anyone approached with good intentions in their heart. What a beautiful yet tragic way to spend an immortal life.
It was more than just empathy though. She knew that her and Rose and were not so different. She may have found herself twisted by dark forces herself had she not been protected from them. Rose had been born a human and had been scarred by evil before she was old enough to know better? But she had broke free ? dedicating her life to helping and healing those who were lost and suffering.
Yet there was none to do this for her. She had done such a good job at selflessly giving of herself that she had been made into an angel with divine powers for healing so she could do even more good for this world. It inspired Kyra, she knew her calling, and right now it was here, in this place. With divine power came divine responsibility.
Maybe there wasn?t anything that could be done. Maybe this was the only way that the angel could stand to exist now. Kyra closed her eyes and reached out with her mind to touch to the sleeping Rose. Her mind was in the realm of dreams but Kyra could see it. Reality hurt so bad that rather than wake Rose wished to dream forever and get away from all that she could not face. But it was no escape, it was a self imposed imprisonment because she blamed herself and thought she didn?t deserve a life anymore.
Kyra knew that she might have gotten tangled in the same evils had she not been sheltered from it. Maybe if her father had not sent her to this world? or if Drake hadn?t kept her safe and given her reason to be herself? Who would she be now without Drake?s love? What horrible fates could have be fallen her if not for how blessed her life was?
?If you want to stay this way then I have no right to interfere? But perhaps I can help ease some of the agony - purge some of the poison. Keeping it inside this way ? it will eat you alive. So I will be your voice. I will speak the words your soul screams.
.? Speaking simultaneously aloud and to Rose?s essence.
Somewhere in the course of connecting to the music that was Rose?s heart a piano had appeared. She cared not for the need for caution she should have when making the impossible happen. The music took her then, her body becoming an instrument to this soul. The voice and the music echoing what was inside the suffering Rose.Forgotten - Avril Lavinge
((Music is the universal language they say. So rather than make the impossible attempt to describe I would like to share this. It is a song of Avril?s ? performed live - it is extremely intense and expresses emotions beyond my abilities to describe. Perfect for this particular character. So please, click the link above. Even if you have heard it before you have to see and hear it live to understand this.))
When she was done she reached out and brushed her fingers over the rose that had bloomed just for her. ?It is not your fault that they left. One day I hope you can realize that you don?t deserve to be hurt the way you have, and you can cease punishing yourself.
She had to add one more thing before she could walk away though. Rose had to know that she was not as alone as she thought.?You have not been forgotten.