Adeline did not understand what the "Golden Rose," was. It sounded oddly familiar to her ears, but time played a role in her forgetfulness. She tilted her head and waited for the old woman to explain more.
The grandmother's leathered lips pulled into a fragile, concerned smile. Her eye softened, the skin so old, it sunk over the light grey of her pupils. She folded her hands in front of her, revealing tarnished gold bracelets. There were even a few beaded ones, of all sorts of colors, adding a mystic touch to her abrupt presence.
"Like mother, like daughter, both of you have chosen a fate that goes against heaven's wishes."
Adeline blinked. "You knew my Mother right? What—"
"You see, your mother once stood in these very hallways, chasing after the darkness, whilst forgetting she was a child of the light."
