As the most senior Rose in the House of Seasons, I have many responsibilities. I am the watcher in the darkness. I am the Vanguard. The quiet before the storm. I am fear given form. I am flesh and blood just like any of you but I am not like you. Facing me, means your death. Running from me, means your death. You cannot win. You cannot hide. I never tire. I never give up. Once I deem you my prey, YOUR TIME IS UP... Alas, that is how it should have been.

Let me tell you of the War of the Roses... Let me tell you how Winter's Rose, the dragon of Bamburgh was brought low.

Riding high on my success at Bamburgh I had grown careless. Who could touch me now? I, who single-handedly destroyed the butcher, a man imbued with so much blood magic his mere presence was enough to kill a lesser man. I was not one such man, lucky for me. Oh, do not misunderstand. I have had much success over my long and bloody career as the Rose, but I had just broken through the glass ceiling. I had just transformed from a caterpillar into a butterfly. I was now a power, no longer just a dangerous tool. Kings, Princes even Emperors and their glorious numberless armies had been utterly destroyed by the monster, but not I. So, surely you could see why I had grown so carefree just days after my victory.

I was sent by my masters, the seasons, to end the butcher or die trying and now I was to return stronger than I ever been, more powerful than my, soon to be, ex masters could imagine. Once I had dealt with the seasons and taken my rightful place, I would then look to the world. Starting with England. With the butcher vanquished, England was ripe for the taking.

HAHAHA hehe... Such dreams I had...