My name is Rose Barnes. I am a witch. Ever since I can remember, everybodys thought of me as the poor, innocent girl who lost her parents. But everyone has skeletons in their closets and I too have not been spared by fate. What is good, what is evil? Isnt it our deeds that make us who we really are? But how many good deeds does it take to make up for one so horribly evil?
