Rose

My mother had a rose bush outside our house in Colorado.  Thankfully the smell of a roses doesn’t mother me, or remind me of my mother.  It reminds me of my Nanny.  A woman who took care of me for five years while my mother hunted.

She was a dragon.  At the time I didn’t believe her.  I was five.  Dragon’s weren’t real.

But my Nanny use to sit by the rose bush and we would talk for hours.  She would sing me songs I couldn’t understand.  Tell me stories about her home or tales since long forgotten by man.  But she remembered.

I miss her.  I wish I remembered more about her.  Knew her name.  I’d like to thank her for those times by the rose bush and for the eternal care she had given me.

My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. In layman's terms I'm a magic wielding monster hunter born to my human mother and my Venatori father.

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