Marchiel was wondering again. Wondering what Francis was up to. He was awfully quiet in the living room. She had left him alone for less than ten minutes to fold the laundry. He had been building towers contentedly, block by purposely placed block. But now it was awfully silent. When she got back into the living room the sliding door was open, and her 4 year old was no longer building with blocks. Marchiel raced to the door and stumbled over the thresh hold, as Francis, his big eyes all alight stood by the tree bleeding. An uprooted rose bush in his hand. A rose. A Black rose like nothing she had ever seen before.


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purposefully awfully silent big uprooted alight


Prompt (write a story including these elements)

hero Marchiel
villain Francis
goal Black Rose
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