Year 500, Early Summer
Amorette la Rose-Noire was not always known by that name, for in the year of 500 she was a simple girl that belonged to a simple family. The Ash family. Her name then was Rose. Rose Ash. Her family was a simple human family that lived outside of Sylira and lived a rough life as farmers. Her parents were Agatha and Harold and together they produced a total of fourteen children, though in year 500 only six children were left alive: Rose’s eldest brother Keating, elder sister Violet, Rose and her identical twin sister Lily, younger sister Daisy, and the youngest child and son, Heath.
Life had been hard on the family with everyday life a struggle just to survive. Their farm was small but hard to work and the threat of those who wished them harm was always a risk. Not to mention famine. The Ashes knew loss for Dira had taken away eight of the children, some who Rose had never even known. Everyone had their duties and all had to work hard. And Rose hated it.
Rose’s duties almost typically included minding for and looking after Heath, who was only a year and a season old. Rose hated this job. The baby was always crying, always spitting up on her, and always needed changing. It was a disgusting filthy creature in her dark eyes and she was determined to never have any of these leeches herself. Disgusting child; whenever she could, she would abandon the child.
Rose really disliked her family and her life. It was boring, drab, and miserable. It was dirty and foul. It was beneath her. She was not content to struggle through life like this to eventually become some farmer’s wife and produce child after child just to bury them. No. She was meant for something more grand and better than that. She was meant to live and she would kill her way there if she had to.