"She grew up in a rich port city with one of the most active and exotic markets in the land. Often she would stroll through the bazaar and see what the merchant ships had brought in, gazing in awe at the rare goods.
One afternoon she came upon a purveyor of curious flowers, their colors, shapes, and sizes defying reality. She dwelled there, sniffing and caressing the petals, until the man who ran the shop approached her. He asked if she would like some flowers grown especially for her, and she couldn't contain her excitement. As he handed over six enormous crimson roses in full bloom, he grabbed her by the wrist and spoke:
"These roses represent the years you have left. Tonight, one of them will ignite and begin a slow, unstoppable burn. Many years from now, when the first flower is entirely scorched, the second will, in turn, begin its steady and fiery demise. When the last petal of the last flower is scorched, your life will be extinguished with its flames."
She now wanders to the corners of the world, seeking wisdom on how to break her curse and suffocate the unquenchable flames of her unwanted gift."-M.D.Walter