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12-15-2014, 12:47 PM
 Heart racing dully in her chest, she ran wild, feeling the bite of vengeance keep her hooves moving forward instead of fear shoving her away. At the end of the world, floor falling away beneath their hooves, they stood upon the ledge and stared down into the abyss. He shone gold, and she bloomed roses, and like all times before, he disappeared, falling. And just like now, she did not make chase. Too many memories faded to black, final scene awaiting a sequel that never came. Her story continued, pages flipped relentlessly by a hungry reader, and she struggled to survive, to endure the endless progression of fate. Broken heart, iced over, refused to be shattered again, rebelling against the heartache that plagued her existence, and she raged against this aggressor. Ophelia was too broken to embrace the soft, inquisitive inner child, the one who cared and loved without thought. The selfless girl, strange, quirky and compassionate, had been used, cast aside and forgotten. She was not the same. She would fight back against fate, and lock up all who’d left scars. And somehow, the tears he shed only added green leaves to a fire. So much smoke… What right did he have to cry over her now? To pity what she had become? What right did he have to ask her to dance as if a year had not passed and he had not left without a goodbye, again. Crimes stacked against him, whether he committed them or not, she did not know. But the accusations were there nonetheless, and they could not be baseless. Gaucho and Midas may not be the most forgiving or open hearted, but they were not fools. A brief moment passed when she thought he would stand, let her horn drive straight through his heart. Conflicting emotions trickled through two veins in her chest, one of peace and another of guilt. Sending Mauja to his grave would be burying a piece of her past, putting to rest another tragic thread. But, could she? He did not deserve to die, not when she just as culpable of her own crimes – of hurting those she claimed to love. They were not so different, and this soft ground was neither grave nor dance floor. It was just dirt, cruel reality. Both swerved as she approached, her horn tearing open part of his left shoulder. The impact rattled against her skull, yanking the muscles to the side as the pristine tip caught in flesh. Ophelia used her body weight to pull away, blood spattering through the sky and curling down the grooves in her spiraled horn. The red liquid glittered in a chilling promise of her commitment to battle her past. Cloven hooves paused, the gravity of what she had done overwhelming her mind and body. Not so long ago, she had wished she were a healer, having to go find Tor to fix burns that mottled the skin on his back. Now, she was the assailant. The sounds of thundering hooves called her back to reality, out of memories so perfect and real that she struggled to differentiate. Quickly, she turned, watching him run toward her with two visions, one present and one past, one here and one in the World’s Edge. Ophelia blinked her strange, dual colored eyes, shaking her head as if the toss could dislodge the double vision. She took a step forward, but not before his mass barreled into her full force. One leg was already up, balancing on three, and he, superior in mass and height, tilted the fulcrum. In a matter of seconds, her hooves were swept in the sea of sand, body toppling over as her side hit the ground, legs swimming to keep upright in merciless gravity. The impact had forced breath out of her lungs, knocking her right shoulder and crunching ribs that protested against the strain. Tinek, her silver saving grace, curved his leather wings, diving easily between Ophelia and Mauja. The dragon exhaled a strong breath, body and power heightened with age. Ice and shock billowed from his maw, a potent combination of winter’s stormy might. The Forsaken lurched to her hooves, feeling her whole right side ache from the fall, and she felt a shadow cross over her heart, a nightfall. Was this how her father felt when he battled? Was this her engraved invitation to the violence of her bloodline? She gave way to the consuming power of the blackness in her soul, lunging forward on weakened legs with fangs bared. The pale princess of marble took her bite at Mauja’s left side, wanting to strip him of the white he wore with lies. [[[(2/3) || (784 words) || Summary: Ophelia falls when he shoves her, bruising and straining her entire left side and her neck was wrenched with her first attack. Tinek flies between them to give her time to get back up, and she lunges forward, aiming to bite at his left shoulder. Aphelion - Girl with the dragon tattoo soundtrack ]]] |
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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