The Sun and the Rose
There was that sound again. It echoed off the trees, bouncing off the leaves and gliding on the air. The piercing, sharp sobs of a creature alone. The Forest of Rosewater was peaceful in the morning but now in the mid-afternoon it was waking up. The animals of the forest ran in all directions away from the noise, disturbed by its screams of sadness. Beasts and creatures of all shape and sizes winced with each cry as the sound went right through them. Near the little beast was a pile of leaves. They were beautiful leaves, each reflecting rays of sunlight as brightly as flames. The leaves were a mixture of gold, amber and emerald green. Poking out were colourful flowers, randomly scattered around the pile and on top were two magnificent golden branches that were smooth and twisted delicately around the air above it.
