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From the Sanctuary, Hellä turned a left, and then to the right. She stopped at the ledge of a deep pool with a falling river. She peered up, looking into the darkness of the night which the water was sourced from. The brightened stars were glowing with powerful aura, and the dark night sky made them feel as if she could reach out and touch one. Of course the mare didn’t try, but she wished she could. Just to reach into the atmosphere and dance on a night star. It would be like she was living a dream, out in open space, looking down on top of the Earth that every living being walked. She would rule the world then, but if anything, the first thing she would do was cure the undead from these peaceful lands.
Hellä had heard the dark rumors that came from the terrified creatures of this land. They had said that the terrain was once peaceful, but sudden dreadful smog covered the lands and now the wraiths walked among the innocent. She believed them all, because they all told the same story. The dappled warrior didn’t like such pain for one’s purified soul, because it also triggered pain for her, even if she didn’t understand why. Maybe she was soft on the inside after all, but she refused to accept it; knowing such danger would follow right behind it. Anyways, she had just arrived and wasn’t going to hurt herself head over heels.
A white creature flew against the cavern walls, making the faint mare blink in confusion. What was that? She wondered as she glanced down at the walls. Before herself, she saw such realistic illusions. She was standing still, others fleeing around her. The white winged creature(Tinek) caught her attention again, but this time it was flying alongside of a white mare(Ophelia) with crimson tipped hair. The mare confused Hellä, for she knew such character and had no idea of her insistence. But soon afterwards, two more illusions flew past her in speed, and there were no questions as of who they were. Her mother and father. The two raced past her as, what seemed the scenery of Isilme, went down in ashes.
Hellä looked broken hearted, but she tried to ignore it all. They aren’t real. They aren’t real. She insisted herself in believing this as she tucked her eyelids close. When she thought she had committed herself to the thought, she turned back and what stood before her made her jump backwards. A painted stallion(Dragomir) stood in front of her. He was not known to the warrior lady, but she didn’t turn away. They both stood there in silence until the mare broke the quiet with three simple words.
"Who are you?"
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