Roses

Michael woke up, sweating from his normal nightmare, he looked at himself and the golden medallion he wore, a symbol of a red dragon engraved into it. He put on his clothing before putting on his mask. He walked out into the dinning hall and saw the roses. He picked one up and examined it before putting it down. He decided to walk outside into the open, he lifted his hand for a crow to land on his arm, which he began petting it. He pet the crow to calm himself as he took in the outside air.
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