Rosalie cried for hours upon her wings being stolen. She turned to evil. Pushing up a stick that formed into a staff. She changed her horns to her back and along with her clothing becoming dark  and ominous, so did the Moor's. In anger, Rosalie raised a thorn wall surrounding the Moor's making sure that no human can ever come in ever again. The thorns were impenetrable, never could be taken or burnt down even with other magic it could not be broken. She adopted on a crow and named him Lucius. He sat on top of her staff when he came back from the castle, he told her that there was a celebration for the King's marriage.<br/>"How wonderful..." She said.<br/>She left the Moor's and started on her way to the Kingdom. As soon as she got in, everything went dark and the people scattered as she passed up to the thrones.<br/>"Well well well... How nice this must be..." She smiled. Her lips as red as cherries and her gaze now evil.