farenjer

The silent stallion crept through the lands, his raking ice-like orbs settling upon the sight of the ancient caves he had nestled into calling the Heart Caves. His eye lids closed half way, the icy essence of his sight becoming clouded with the memories of being claimed by the caverns darkness. He remembered the large vast Sanctuary where he made his way along the sharp corridors to escape the sight of blunt equines who would merely recognize him as an infected, the times he tipped his head forward and grazed upon the strangely flavored mosses and fungi, the times just sat there for hours at a time looking upon the waterfalls, and his favorite was to explore the glassy confinements of the crystal halls and passages. It seemed wherever he may have treaded within the stone walls, there was stranger on the other end, waiting to be met. Why, he recalled his encounter with Kahlua, the crowned lady of the World's Edge, why how he had felt good for her. It erased that deep hatred for himself for scarring the tissues upon her flank with his horn. He remembered everything about that tense exchange of words. Farenjer wished someday he could meet the mare again.

The weaver wavered a icy gaze down upon the passages, his ears rotating forward as he poked his nose within the shadowy framework. Sniffing the moist air that lurked inside, he thought he could hear the sounds of other equines down there. He snorted and pulled his chin away. He wouldn't be very surprised if that were true. Then the masculine words seemed to drown within his ears and he felt his legs moving by themselves. Someone had called him and others, someone's presence down there was unlike any he had sensed. He gulped as he slowly treaded along the passages, entering the main room where he slept with fellow unicorns. Farenjer wanted to halt and gaze upon the sight of what he once named home, but he felt he should continue. The stallion paced to the passage and into a chamber with a wall of history written. His eyes seemed to widen and he gave that historic painting a long hard stare. He had never entered this room for some reason as he sheltered here. This was all new to him.

Gazing upon the cavern wall, he realized the handful of presence before him. His ears swiveled to face forward as he turned to them. His eyes washing over each and every being who had felt the need to be here. There was a charcoal stallion with bat-like wings. A mare unicorn with lightning markings as well, and he studied her for a long time before his gaze rested upon a ebony unicorn. He could recognize her from the Basin and almost immediately greets her with a quick nod. There was a pale stallion with long spiraling horns, and a young unicorn girl with a pinkish coat. Such a handful of unique, sorted people here. Yet there was one who seemed most outstanding of all. Farenjer had to study him for so long. Was he the one who had called them to look for him? Suddenly, it all came to him and he tipped his head in puzzlement. Under his collected cool breath, he spoke in his fine vocals "You... You are the God of the Spark."