Once upon a time, there was a beautiful queen who was out in her garden. She saw a blue rose just lying there, chopped off for some reason from her rosebushes. She went to pick it up.
The queen accidentally pricked her finger on the thorns, and suddenly, all the blood in her body got sucked into the magnificent blue rose. The queen disappeared forever, and the blue rose turned a soft, violet colour. She was gone, and nobody found her.
One day though, her son, now king of the kingdom, found her. He was also walking in the garden, and to his dismay, he found a beautiful violet rose just lying there in the middle of the walk path, chopped off abruptly. He went to pick it up, but he pricked his finger on the rose thorns. He felt a bit dizzy and shocked as he saw the rose suck all his blood and soul away. He collapsed, and his body mysteriously disappeared too. The rose turned into a dark magenta colour.
When the king awakened, he was both surprised and relieved to see his mother’s soul, also trapped within the evil rose. His mother told him what had happened to her, and how she had heard the spirit of the rose threatening her. The king felt despaired. He knew that if he was to escape, his mother couldn’t. And if she was to escape, he would be trapped there forever. The rose had to hold a soul in it at all times for it to keep on living, it had told his mother.
Weeks and weeks passed by, and life within the rose got less and less comfortable. One small rose was too much for two souls, and both the mother and the son felt very cramped. But none of them wanted to sacrifice the other.
One day, the queen made up her mind. “Go.”
“What do you mean, mother?”
“Go. You can leave me here. I want you to be happy. Escape.”
The king was shocked. “No, mother. You escape.”
The queen lightly shoved her son’s soul in the direction of the narrow exit, between two of the rose’s finest petals. “No, you go.”
The king shoved back, and soon, the two of them were shoving back and forth, back and forth. But the king was sturdier, and on one hard push, his mother lost her footing and fell through the exit.
The queen landed with a thud onto the walk path of her garden. She was surprised of the thud, and quickly realized that she was once again human and solid. She remembered her son, still trapped within the rose, and she burst into tears of sorrow. In her grief, she took out the hand sword she always wore on her belt, and she committed suicide.
To this day forth, if you take good care of any rose in your neighbourhood, the queen’s ghost will watch over you and protect you. If you do not, you will be haunted. And oh yeah, pay extremely close attention to roses like this:
The End.
It's really beautiful
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