"Like punching ice through a heart." He just mumbled, and I couldn't do anything except looking at him. What did he feel? The King whom I had been close to loving, who had destroyed me completely, what did he feel? I didn't know how to feel about him anymore... But I knew exactly how to feel when the giant spike of ice shot through the ground towards the sky.

I gasped loudly and backed away, stumbling almost. My gaze was locked on it, panic glittering in my blue orbs as I felt my heart starting to race. W-w-w-what? Wh-when did he have this magic? I don't remember this. I don't remember anything... Oh wait, I did. The ice spike... It was connected to Azzaron. Mauja had shot several through the ground after the golden pegasus when he had left the Basin.. after his visit to me and Destry. I cringed and shook my head to get rid of the memories, the flickering pictures in my head that caused so much pain.
Azzaron. My golden treasure whom I had fallen in love with so quickly, I was so in love and now he was dead. I had tried so hard so get over him - I had even slept with another to perhaps feel a spark of being loved but no. It had only brought me pregnancy and not even a small spark of satisfaction.

Mauja was still standing still, he almost looked weak and somewhat pathetic, just like I was. I looked - no, stared - at the giant cold spike when it suddenly shattered and I gasped once again, turning my ears towards my poll and pressing them tightly against the feathers. The golden, feathered pencils were of small comfort, thanks to them, it felt like I was protected by the stallion I loved even though he was long dead. I smiled as I felt them tickle the hairs in my ears, silently starting to cry. What wouldn't I do just to feel Azzaron by my side again, pressing his shoulder against mine as he embraced me in another hug? What wouldn't I do to just feel his soft, golden lips press against my cheek once more? To look into his red, shimmering ruby eyes and see the love for me that had been nestled so deeply into his soul? Dezba walked over to me and stroke herself against my leg, purring quietly. You meet him again. I didn't have the chance to reply before Mauja spoke. "Too many times, Delinne... I've killed too many times."

I looked up at him, taking in every inch of him. Mauja the FrostHeart... His heart wasn't of frost. As I saw him now, he was just like me. A sad creature with sorrow in it's soul, scars of war decorating his gaze and weakness showering him as he stood there. I stepped closer to him and positioned myself next to him, no fear at all even though I should be very afraid. If I hadn't been mentally damaged on my journey, maybe I would've been afraid right now. I gave up a sigh and moved my maw to nudge his shoulder. "Death is pointless, and to rob others of life is cruel." "Death is peace," I whispered, looking at the white stallion for more than a mere second before I let my gaze wander away. I sighed heavily and my ears slowly returned to a more relaxed position.
"What are we, Mauja?"

"Talking"
Delinne's thoughts
Dezba's thoughts

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