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Rose fell to her knees, "How?" she asked. "How could you know?" The hooded figure came forward. A deep voice came, "Like I said before I have always been in the shadows. I watched you grow up-" he paused to clear his throat. When he chose not to continue, Rose demanded, "Well what are you afraid of?! Why don't you show yourself! Its not fair for you to know all and me, me to know nothing." Hot, steamy tears streamed her fase as she stood up. The hooded figure took a step closer, but Rose turned away from him. She didn't want to show her shame. She was shuddering from the chill that wouldn't go away.
Why couldn't her life be simple? Where were her childhood days? What about her youth? A month ago she was planning her debut for society. Men were calling to the house and she picking out silks and laces for her dresses. The men were even showering her with precious jewels and trinkets with poetry from their hearts. One young man sent her a golden harp! She was supposed to be going to balls and playing coy games like her friends.
*Gasp*. What about her friends! She hasn't even thought about them until now. She even missed Pepper's debut. Oh dear! the poorest of all her friends has entered society without her. She promised Pepper that she would be by her side, helping her stand out above her social status to find a gentleman of higher stature than her own. Poor Pepper! What she must think of her.
"I know this is hard for you Rose but-"
"Hahahaha" She shook with laughter. "Hard? You think this is hard for me? I have done so much more than you can have imagined."
"I know. This is why I was called upon to come out of the shadows. I am supposed to help you. Trai-"
"HELP ME!" This made her burst into more laughter. She couldn't take much more of this. "You can't help me any more than you helped my mother. OR MY FATHER! I DON"T NEED YOU TO DO ANYTHING!"
The hooded man looked shaken. Rose knew why too. If she was him she would be fearing herself. Her blood was rising. Even her emerald eyes were changing into dark storming clouds. She was hanging by a string of balance. Her mind was dancing in smoldering hot fire. She could, if she wanted to do so....

(To be continued)