Through orangemoon leaves she used to kick her way, the lights of auburn hue once so wondrous to her gaze, the glistening hardships of suns volatile burn and the breath of winter trailing upon the difference, yet the winter winds seemed so much colder now, now he was not here. She opened her pale orbs, lifting her head as she joined the painful exodus of confusion as she trotted forth on weary foot. She had come so very far, father than she had ever come before, the tongues of fire and destruction a faint ring upon her ears as she knew that never could she drag such vision of death from her mind, its vocals still singing to her, screaming.

A septet of massacre and ruin and amidst it she staggered, the roots seemed so much more constricting to her, the winds bitter embrace to helplessly tossing her forth and upon her despair the heavens wept, a soft rain collapsing amongst the winter taint as it fell, glistening upon the last of the dying light as nights wings unfurled. She remembered him. Through the madness that seemed to be this unfamiliar land she still remembered the times so faintly that ushered away on the single breath of wind, although the event in question died so long ago it still burned, raged against her memories and she in turn sobbed. Bitter tears of denial and hate cascaded forth and baring her teeth she pushed forth. The dead would not return, yet like the sun through the gnarled branches of decay she had come to show such tender affection to the other in question, it seemed so hard to believe that like autumn leaves he disappeared as quickly as he had come. Death in its refined form.

And amongst all that she had lost she still thought only of a ruptured heart, which to her surprise still selfishly beat to the steady thrum of nature’s algorithm, winter, Frostfall. It was so harsh to her snow-stained corpse as she dauntlessly fell beneath the lone sentinel of an oak, the tree whom seemed so frostbitten only further reflected the fae’s morning, her mane collapsed in its form, shrouding her in ice’s bitter embrace and her form almost glittered upon the snow’s sudden taint. The only image in breaking to her reign of alabaster being the shadowed horn upon her head that so valiantly stood tall, its figure a tower, spiralling, collapsing amidst her voluminous features of serenities thrall.
She shifted ebony hooves amidst her shelter, the rains form heavy as it fell in merciless pursuit, hemming her in. “Once there was a time that I believed without hesitation…” she uttered forth, her breath no more than draconic smoke, ruptured by the imperishable frost as the siren of ivory curled her head like the creep of a serpent beneath her tails shroud. “That the power of love and truth would conquer all in the name of salvation…..” her gaze grew swollen with misery as her song collapsed to no more than a low rasp. “Oh how wrong I was sweet winter.” She then fell silent. The fae no longer wishing to sing out her protests, she saw no light. Not anymore.

Yet she wondered upon these mists of fading light if any would ever find her, if she would become no more than a portrait of ivory upon the snow licked lands. ‘No…not like this…steadfast silly fae..steadfast…’ her conscience rang to her with tones of such stern hue and in turn she descended once more to her hooves, her bodice hanging so precarious upon her so dreamlike form as if all she could see was no more than an essence of a lucid collapse of frost breathed surrealism.

‘one hoof before the other silly fae. Gather your burdens and tread forth.’ Yet she stood fast, her head turning to face the shaded way she had come ‘There is no life for you there silly fae…steadfast…’ she felt upon such moment that she was no more than a gypsy’s creation trapped upon the fates of a crystal ball, existence, although meaningless to the siren upon her current state was not an essence she wished to give up so quickly, and so she turned her steady grace onwards and took her steps forth before she fell upon the creation of a pattern that thrummed once more with the gentle beat of her bitter heart ‘steadfast silly fae…steadfast.’ And so she turned to confront the daunting expanse of the unknown, a galaxy of forbidden knowledge at its refined essence and yet she welcomed it.

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