i won't be saved

the island was simply there one day, appearing seemingly out of the blue. i had been curious about it, questioning whether it was truly there or just me hallucinating. at first i was cautious, approaching the edge of the veins with caution, peering out at the island looming above helovia. it appearing in the morning light, a waterfall splashing out over the lip of the cliff and down into the ocean below, mist rising up and splashing against my face. i look out at it, wondering, waiting for something.

sameira returns not but half an hour after the appearance of this mysterious island, looking quite pleased with herself, licking her dark lips with a pink tongue that flickers with flames and sweeps away embers. what did you do? i ask, looking at her as she sits obediently beside me. "killed something." she puffs out her chest, filled with pride and overjoyed about it. what did you kill? i stand up, preparing myself to walk around after watching several others either fly to the island or be swept away by clouds of cotton, floating up to the island and depositing them there. "oh nothing that big, a small deer." i shake my head, spreading my wings and setting off for this island. sameira follows, drifting along on a cloud, looking quite scared as she's raised above the ground on the cloud of cotton.

landing down gently i look out upon the open expanse. tents are set up in coordination with the herds, but there is one large tent that is not assigned to any herd. i pass by them, staring at the grove of cherry trees beyond, admiring the dazzling colours for a while, admiring the landscape. i wonder why exactly this was here, and how it came to be here. had the gods done this, or was this the land all on its own, making a new chunk of land levitating above the veins. sameira trods along behind me, sitting down and looking at the pink petals on the trees, from the tie in our souls i feel her boredom, letting out a huff as i turn away to find something to do on this island.

almost on cue a voice rings out in my ears, not a voice to my left or right, or even down below on the veins, but a voice above. tilting my head i find myself staring at a small spot in the sky, upon further inspection i find that it is a turtle, whom is flying above the ground. this was something quite uncommon, but i pass it off and notice two others already there at the painted white line. tensing my body i realize that this is a race, walking to the starting line and aligning myself with the others. with my muscles tense i listen as the turtle bellows the word GO, lunging forward and letting my wings unfurl in a mass of beautiful, slender feathers.

i raise myself into the air once enough momentum is gained, angling my wings so i am able to sweep myself upwards and away from the ground. once i was in the sky i flap my wings, propelling myself forward. i wasn't going to waste all of my energy now however, although—

glancing up at the mare who had lit herself ablaze in blue flames that match the skies, i gaze at her. there was no way i was getting around her without falling behing that painted mare or the one with the pink wings. inhaling deeply i close my eyes, bringing forth my magic that stirs deep within me. i can feel the souls of those around me pulsing gently, reaching out towards the flaming mare's so that i may fling it forward. while still flying i try to work my magic on her, hoping i can push her soul forward into a moment of confusion, which will hopefully be just enough time to surpass her.

amara tries to use her magic on parelia. hope this post is ok!