Slowly she moved through the falls, it had been awhile since she had taken time to explore. They lived with the sane, the fear to lower her hood that cloaked her features, hunted her every day. For if the hood were to be lowered then they would see her as death. A yellowed skull with very few scraps of skin clinging to the decaying bone. Empty eye sockets that no longer burned with the fire of life. What good was a lively face of an Empress if she no longer had a throne to sit upon? If her own subject now challenged and belittled her? The skull had decided that it liked living here, but she would not remain a second class citizen for much longer. However in the mean time, she played dress up.

Her sharpened hooves continued to carry the body of gold over the grassy and broken plains. "There was was a girl named Danny." Whispered the mare to the sky. Today she was someone new, a philosopher who knew all the tales and histories of each different world and land. Her name was Flieta of The Falls, and this mare was meek, bending and yielding. Her blue eyes looked over the gap that created the falls. "The Earth god created this land and selected Midas and Seele to lead." Her head tiled to the side studying the water the drifted through the air. "Eris decided to destroy them all." A giggle pushed it's way through her chops. "One day, she did."

Flieta of The Falls turned her spotted back on the water and trudged forward wondering where her masters where today. Flieta did not want to disappoint, after all the skull of death wanted to remain here and one day lead. She dare not upset the skull, for she ruled all. For the decaying mass that held her body together was only using Flieta of The Falls as a means to an end, this persona would serve, and bend. Eris would destroy and rule over the blood spilt by her leaders. A gentle breeze blew through the blood red mane of Flieta. "Birdsong." Giggling, the young mare pressed forward, her nose in the air inhaling the scents that floated through the air to her. A sight made her pause, blood in the grass. 'Oh dear, oh dear!' Who on earth was hurt? Would they need the gift of mercy? That would require her to change costumes, what a bother! The personality of Mercy was much more exciting, delivering the gift of pure bliss to those who begged for it. Humming, Flieta continued on her path following the trail of blood. Finally the trail stopped, only there not one soul to be seen. Perhaps they would rather see Mercy, maybe they were hiding from Flieta. That was quite a shame, today Mercy wasn't coming out to play. Sighing softly, the golden mare continued through the long grass.

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ERIS

The Blood Empress