There is a Sacred Order known as the Sisters of the Vermilion Rose.
A Devout Religious group of Warrior Women who Clad themselves in Steel and Crimson Garment and Dedicated to the Safe Guarding of Peace and Order by the Means of the Blade.
They keep their Swords Sharp as well as their Minds, Training in both the Arts of Combat and Knowledge.
No Man can Tempt these Women of the Sword for Purity of the Whole Body and Soul is part of the Initiation into the Order.
The Young are given the Rank of Bud-Sisters...Those who have just Joined the Order and have no Experience
And Those who have been in the Order for a Longer Period of Time and Received the Training are Given the Rank of Blossom-Sisters
And Finally are the Veteran's and the Older Members of the Order who have Led Sisters into Combat against the Untold Evils of the World Earning them a Seat at the Order's Founding Council.
The most Deadly of all the Order's Sisters... Those who are Named the Thorn-Sisters.
Once a Sister becomes a Thorn-Sister then they are given the Chance to become the Next Matron of the Order Once the Former either Steps down or Passes away from Combat or Natural Causes.
The Sister's Creeds and Doctrines are Vehemently Recited and Practiced Reminding all of their Duty to the Order and to the World.
In all of History Few Sisters has Betrayed these Creeds and Doctrines Rather Taking their Own Lives then to Dishonor the Order if need be.
But those who do Betray the Order and its Tenants become Exiled and Spurned as they are Stripped of their Rank and given the Title of the Withered Witches for Magic is Forbidden in the Order and those who Practice it Suffer Death by their Former Sisters.
And such was the case of the First Betrayals as a Small Sect Broke Off from the Order and Rejected their Former Training in Favor of the Wicked Teachings of all the Unholy Magics...
Black Magic
Blood Magic
Necromancy
These Withered Witches also Lose their Natural Beauty as the Foulness of the Magic they Embrace slowly enters their Bodies and causes all that was Human and Pure to Wither away like a Rose in Winter Leaving nothing left but a Hideous Husk covered in Boils and Warts.
But they too have their own Order but one that is Hidden ever in the Shadows of the Darkened Woods Far off to the South lands of Ty'Jeena where no Mortal Dare Tread.
Their Order is the Cult of the Forsaken Sisters, a Name they have Created out of Spite and a Cruel Jab at their Former Sisters now made Bitter Foes.
But they and their Order have no Discipline as that of the Sisters of the Vermilion Rose and that is why they will never fully Rebel against them.
The Sisters of the Vermillion Rose's Motto :
Peace is like a Rose Protected by the Thorns of our Arms that Cleanses the Soil in which the Rose Grows in by the Purifying Flames of Victory.
And the Blood of our Sisters who Sacrificed themselves in Battle shall Forever Color the Rose Vermilion and Act as a Warning to all our Enemies and as a Symbol of our Unrelenting Might and Fury.
May the Rose of our Order never Wither and Die.
- Author: UnderTheGreenLeaves ( Offline)
- Published: January 3rd, 2020 18:23
- Comment from author about the poem: In History,Real life, Fantasy and even the Modern Super Hero Genre there will always be Women of Extraordinary Strength, Abilities and Conviction. I look at each Piece of Literary or Cinematic Art Portraying these Women and find it Amazing for Women are Extraordinary for they have their own Unique Strengths. I Respect Women and Treat them all Equally and It kinda what Inspired me to Create this Piece. Because in the World from the Past to The Present and even to the Future there will always be Women of Extraordinary Strength, Abilities and Conviction...Yeah I know I repeated myself but what the Hell...it True Anyway. My Mother Inspired me to Love the Ideals of Reading and Writing because she was a Poet before she Passed away of Cancer in which she Refused to give up and kept on Writing her Poetry and running Marathons....That what proved to me that Wonder Women do exists(even though they don't exactly Leap 50 Feet into the air and have Cool Armor and a Lasso of truth...Reality sure is boring sometimes but it what we get out of it that is cool just the same.) The Fantasy part of this Piece is what it is Fantasy so I hope no one gets offended by any part of it because it Just Fiction in my Viewpoint but if anyone does take Offense to it then you have my most Sincere Apologies for that will never be any of my intentions with any of my Submissions. Ciao for Now -Under the Green Leaves-
- Category: Fantasy
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