Topic: rosa's story

Scars. Memories of a past that are often hidden. Weakness to some, strength to others. "I promise you, this is the place. I don't want to die, and I don't want to be asked more questions. I made a promise, I show you where they are, you leave me alone, and I won't return to their ways. I hated it anyways..." the mare whispered, keeping herself hidden behind a bush. This mare was the same that Rosa had questioned before, and with a nod from the aforementioned mare, the ex-Phoenix took off into ...