Fhuil Rois: The Blood Rose.The ages have past. The days of old are dead and gone.
She, no it still exists. If only vaugely of what it once was.
The ages have taken their toll, they always do. Where once there was love, there is apathy. Where there was once was lust, now disinterst.
As time had past, experence has changed. From old frames of reference new onces replace. Where once it felt as if somethings are eternal, a new concept of futility crosses it's concence. Nothing is fixed. Nothing is absolute. The faiths that the kine held dear evolve, as do all things. Little changes here and there, alter the current result.
Time changes all.
Time alters everything. If there is ever something one can predict, is that all things change and twist to the ravages of time. With the progression of the years, there are benifits. Experence, understanding, the realization that nothing is empervious to an ending. Not even it.
There are powers out there, that are altered by time slower. Just as it has been altered more slowly then that of the human rabble. Once, when it thought of itself as a gender and sex, it offered itself to the oblivion. But that was not the case. Just as the eldest had done before, it found itself gestating with in it's desendent, the Dead Rose, Bhais. After being expelled from it's desendent did it find a new perpous. Teachings from old came to mind, rediscovering for a time what Bhais had been educated in from the time of his creation.
The word of the Dark Mother.
It knows there is a resaon it still exists, it knows that there was something that caused it to stay. But the slumber of ages crosses over it. It is not yet time.
Soon, with enough rest will it rise up, and with luck fullfill it's role for the greater power. With bitter knowledge that in time, they will fall. As will everything.
That is it's satisfaction, that is it's solace. That is, it's revenge.