I really didn't have any place to go. Ever since daddy and Alysanne had forcefully healed me in the caves I had been running away from everything. If I stopped moving for too long I started thinking and the thinking brought on memories that my subconscious couldn't fully suppress. I didn't want to remember the look on daddy's face when he saw what I had become. I didn't want to see his face when I told him the things that I told him. Or Gaucho's face when I destroyed his dream catcher. Most of all I didn't want to remember the way Ros looked at me. Yelled at me. Attacked me. My shoulder twitched and I could swear that I could still feel the electricity on my skin after she attacked me. But I didn't blame her. How could I when I had it coming to me?

Somehow I ended up in the meadow, but I couldn't look at it the same now as I had before. I couldn't feel comfortable. I couldn't feel safe. Because it was here that I had been attacked. It was here that my feathers had been torn and ripped away from my wings. I wanted to blame the girl that had done it so badly because if she hadn't then I wouldn't have gotten sick and I wouldn't have attacked my family. But I couldn't, not when I knew that I hadn't been able to control myself. If I couldn't control myself then how could I expect her to control herself and not do what the darkness had wanted her to do? Could I blame the meadow for being so deceivingly beautiful when the world was coming to an end? Could I be angry with this same meadow that now beckoned me to it again? Could I be scared of it?

Yes. And I think I have every right to.

I don't remember how long I stood rooted in one place, just staring and thinking and remembering what wrong had been done to me here. I couldn't help but think that I was trying to destroy myself, my sanity, by coming back. But then I was distracted by something else. It was faint at first, a voice singing a wordless song from somewhere in the sky. I looked upward and could see, just barely between the branches of the tree I was standing under, the body of a pegasus circling the meadow. I stayed where I was and listened in wonder because the voice was so familiar. My heart fluttered and I found myself enjoying the lyric-less song so much so that when it stopped I found myself straining for even the softest hint that it was still being sung.

The silence made me suck in a deep breath and I stepped out from the shade of my tree and looked up toward the sky and waited. "Sing to me some more." I whispered. "Just a little bit more. Please?"

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@[Cera]