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08-20-2012, 08:15 PM
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Abysmal heat served as the first indicator of our arrival in this horrendous hell-hole of a land. I had detected some twinge of disgust in Mirage's suggestion of the Heart, and while I was curious, I did not press the issue. Indeed, I am ashamed to admit that the concern passed from my mind with uncommon abruptness. I was excited, invigorated by the companionship of Mirage and Akaith, the prospect of an adventure in the company of she I held dearest. With a triumphant whinny, I set off, grinning back at Mirage as ebon legs tore the ground, a sudden canter reminding me of the last time I was here, the last time I ran, Asur... What a day of highs and lows that had been, and what an echo this was setting up to become! --- The day was fading as we arrived, grasslands abruptly falling away into flickering shadows, dried and acrid plains and the gaping wound that spilled echoes of fire across our matching hides. I drew to a halt as we entered the land, squinting against the swiftly falling sun. "There is certainly darkness here," I murmur to Mirage. "And light. Where does it come from, though?" I eyed my sister curiously, wondering what thoughts she might offer on the subject. The shadows cast by the setting sun were long and dark, spidery creatures slowly slinking across the decrepit plain. Where did they come from? Light's absence... was not the absence of light, the source of dark? |
