What was it that drew us to follow one another into the seasons, to mix and mingle within the sands of time interlacing bloodline and heritage, birthing leaders and making up gods to cascade our lives with precise order. Every moment of every hour fading to the past as we dance into the present dreaming of the future always hoping for a better tomorrow, every breath stretched as though it could be our last. Maybe it was tradition to follow suit of our elders, to grasp hold of that conflicting power of authority over other lives and to mend them into your own desires. Minions, slaves to this realm of hierarchy and cursed disciples yearning for that sweet release of victory, to slay in the name of the greater good- to defy the lesser evil of the world.

Maybe it was then, when the darkness had been banished and the kings would wash their polished daggers of blood to be burdened no longer by its daunting force. But there would still be reason, that underlying threat that the world would never be at piece. That our foes would once again arise from the ashes from which they have burned and return to the land of the living, but not as they once were. They had become us, their evil morphing into forms of lies and deception; cascading a war between kingdoms who have just begun to rise itself from the depths of the endless plague that breathed its infection upon the lands.

The air was not quite right, the hint of danger laced within its cool winter grasp. Perhaps it was just the illusion state of mind that leads one to believe that the darkness was still around us, lying dormant beneath the surface of the glittering earth. It was there in our jumbled thoughts, hidden in our minds bursting from our chest with every cautious step we’ve made outside our comfort zone. And here they stood now, within a kingdom of shattered walls, glass shards puncture the sky as the moisture seeps across its broken surface. Worlds edge, it wasn’t home- but he lived within it’s save defenses for a short time.

With the summoning call that echoed through the heavens, drawing them in like ants to a picnic feast, we had come- all hopeful and confused. A chilling cry boomed within the distant timbers, its haunting shrill entrapped within the mind as pace continued, forcing the crimson eyed knight deeper into salvation. In hopes these demons were truly gone from their lives, so that he would not have to put one under the ground again. He had seen the look of the death lord, and wanted nothing more to do with the rotten slime. Within the warmth of the meadow, the distant sea fluttering its salty shores; the aroma dancing upon the crisp breeze and entangling within thick fiber locks as they bounced upon his crest.

They were there, huddled round; scared perhaps, many questions lingering in their minds and upon their tongues. But the quarter-masters were not the faces he had expected to see. Where was the mistress of the moon, Mirage? And what had become of her previously announced king, and his friend- Lace? Instead they gather around Kaj, Kahlua- their former residents yet to arrive. It was a shame, really. As his tongue was laced with venom for them in the time of darkness, they were not there to aid those taken by darkness; they were not there to give direction.

Oculars also noticed something else; there were no unicorns standing within this group. Abundance of Pegasus and Equine yet none of them yielded weapons. Motioning forward, he glanced upon Kahlua, thankful to see her alive and well. Their last meeting, had been their standoff with a demon, and she had become infected causing him to flee with the others within the glass walls of the edge. His gaze then fell upon Kaj, the winged warrior who had shown within the first hours of his arrival within the Edge. Although their meeting was short lived, he held nothing against the mysterious Pegasus.

Even then, where were they in the times of hardship? Ever since the shadows had casted darkness throughout the lands, the herd was scattered, some probably even dead and still missing within the winter mists. Naturally, the obsidian beast found this very unacceptable and wanted to know why all so suddenly they were expected to turn to these two for guidance.

His advancement slowed, hooves beating upon precious grass as he glanced around to the party at hand. "Kaj- Kahlua." He breathed, doing his best to catch his breath from the very harsh journey to return home. He addressed no one else, and stood off to the side distanced from the others. It was awkward to be the only unicorn within the group- whom he understood had acquired a hate for them for past attacks within the herd. There was so much work to be done, to rebuild- to premaster alliances if any were able to be mended. The questions in everyone’s eyes beamed of the same radiance. What now?

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