  The Manuscripts on Rose have been Found...Apparently after her birth she was exiled this is the tale: "There was once a very beautiful maiden who lived on the shores of the river Styx. Rose was her name and she lived by the banks all by her self. It was a gloomy river, fed by a waterfall of equal gloom. Its waters where said to be poisonous, plunging down a steep gorge to the underworld where Hades ruled over the dead souls. The Gods of Olympus swore on the river for it held an unbreakable oath that bound them. Rose had lived by the river Styx for as long as she could remember.
Its waters captivated her and illuminated her ever-growing beauty. Over the years the river slowly began to possess her and encircled her inner soul. The poison from the stream seduced her and she became one with the river. Longing to over take others. She was deadly. By her icy cold stream she sat and waited surrounded by the lethal gasses escaping from the potent waters. Her heart is now black and cold, frozen is the blood that once ran through her veins. Encircled by a black velvet cape poised in beauty and grace, but deadly in kiss she sat by the water and waited. Always longing to be set free but still captivated by the venomously powerful surges that run through her fragile body.
The poisonous water continually overtook this elegantly beautiful creature and with her last grip on life she lifted her eyes toward to Mt. Olympus and to Zeus. After looking upon the tormented face of the fair maiden Zeus took pity on her and ordered the release of the rivers hold on her. Her body fell into its deeply potent waters. She mournfully chanted, singing to herself of the rivers defeat until the falling of night. Floating gently down its waters, now lying robed in snowy white as she sailed underneath the purple night she died. But in her place, now pure white roses float remembering the maiden who died in peace singing forever the songs of her release. " From the Writings of Bethany Blair, Philosopher 
