• She slowly climbed to her feet. Winter gawked at the beauty for girl, she was about his age maybe a year younger. Her emerald green eyes gleamed in the moonlight giving her body a pale glow. Winter shuddered. "Who are you?" he whispered so softly only he could hear. But she heard him anyway. The girl turned her back on him and reached for the rose she had dropped before. The petals were silver with a green stem. The girl gripped the rose's head and disconnected the green stem from the unusual flower, unsheathing a black sword that had roses engraved into the black iron. Winter continued to sit there gawking unaware that he might die.