Into the Darkness, we all must fight
Mountains are crumbling Like statues of clay

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The ice cold raindrops cut deeper into her freezing skin, it painfully stretches over each aching muscle. Her body was numb from the lack of heat, as if she was already dead. she could barely hear anything from the throbbing of her heart in her ears, good god silence is all she asks. the blood that pumps into sore limbs are slowly lacking the energy to continue. her boisterous wing flaps, thundering thumps and swoosh through the air were slowly spacing. each push was sucking all she had left. they are getting so painful that the next was almost impossible. This silent battle as being going on since this morning, but each time she thinks she will drop, she doesn't. She is a fighter, even if she does not know it yet. she continues as tears stained cheeks and swollen eyes ask only to lay herself to rest.

The up stir in the winds cause her to loose her control over her tired body. wings frantically flap to regain height but , it was like swimming upwards with a brick attached to one legs. she was flailing aimlessly , unable to bring herself into control . she dives down slowly loosing consciousness, everything was flashing from reality to the darkness. She prayed with a tired mind to which ever god had pity on her soul, please don't end this way. just as she was about to just let the darkness take her, the beautiful color of green captivates her. It reminds her of mother, this somehow gives her the energy she needs to resist the dark. She finely realizes the green was a forest, one she was about to crash dead on into. A thundering shriek escaped her lips as she tosses her head backwards.

Just seconds fallowed and she opens her wings, she is blown back by the parachuting effect her wings create. soft and strong feathers caresses the pockets of air as they try and slow their descent. the forest was getting closer and dead on, her speed as not yet reached a safe landing status. As best she could weaved through the branches, avoiding to be impaled by many of them. She let her guard down to quick , thinking all was good. when her front hooves dug to deep into the ground. she knew then when her rump was project upwards, she had thought to fast. in a sort of slow motion, her rear side flew over, her head tucking under. she tumbled into fairly thorny bushes on her back side, all four legs in the air. wings sprawled on each side and her head hung backwards, she refused to move as the sharp pain of each needle prickled and broke skin.

She thanked god, her mother she had not broke her neck on a tree, and thanked them for giving her another day to breathe without a purpose. she was bitter-sweet about her life, solitary since her mother died, not that being with her was any better. she slowly blinked, shocking blue eyes without pupils search mildly as she lay there on a bush of raspberries. She hoped no one had seen her, but of course with her luck, someone or even an army must have seen her. why did she always get into tough and embarrassing moments like this, and how was she to get out of this? She wiggled before wincing, she would probably stay here a little longer before ripping herself off of these bushes.