Messenger of Death- the Black Rose (Past)

[Kurobara]

The wind blew strong but Kurobara stood steady. Her black hair shone with a blue sheen as it whipped around her, and her unnatural golden and sky-blue eyes scanned the small town.

Suddenly she felt it.

Death...but not yet. Soon to come.

Kurobara took long strides toward the small center cottage that she felt the waves emitting from. Peeking inside the window that glowed from the light, she saw a family of three, complete with a child and parents. Once again the feeling came, but stronger. Suddenly, her vision blurred and focused like a magnifying glass. Her eyes latched onto the face of the small child.

To die soon, from the cursed fate of the disease soon to plague the town.

Kurobara, the black rose.

The messenger of death.

Kurobara gained fame throughout the region, and far beyond that. To recieve a black rose from a mysterious being (though in reality, not so puzzling) was an ill omen that always came true, no matter how long it took, no matter how short it was to come. She was blessed- no, cursed, to be the bearer of death, whether it was her will to do so or not.

Upon her leave, she left a small black rose twined with golden thread in front of the door.

[Kurobara]

This was all she could do with her newfound ability- the ability to sense death. When she was young, all she did was point at someone and stare into their eyes with her unnerving orbs and say, "You're going to die, aren't you?"

Her foster parents themselves were rather disturbed, but loved her nevertheless. They did their best to shush her, but she knew her ability.

But one day, she couldn't sleep. She was frustrated, that so many other village children thought she was a witch because of her unnatural eyes. She grabbed a smooth round pebble from a shelf and threw it out the window with all her might- and suddenly it disappeared. Then the sky flashed black and purple swirled in a black hole. A portal to an unknown world.