A maiden lay broken in a field, her burdens like flowers surrounded her. Their scent wafted through her soul, leaving only the stench of ruin. Her sole possession a dried rose petal.
Her body ached from her years of lying here, her torment consuming her as the rays of the hot summer sun.
She surrendered to the nothingness, believing this was all life had to offer.
She squinted as the sun reflected off the mirage that approched her. She startled when it spoke, his voice soothed her soul in a manner unfathomable. The armor clanked as He dismounted His steed, and knelt beside her. Her hands seemed to purify at His touch.
His eyes lent her strength as He helped her arise. Her soul filled with life, at His gaze. The warmth of his heart, brushed over her in a blush. Her aching body healed, when He lifted her upon his steed.
As they rode away, she flourished in His embrace. Through the grateful tears in her eyes, she regarded her soul possession, now I bright red rose, in all its glory.