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08-21-2015, 12:50 AM
She fell out of the sky like a comet. Scorch-tipped wings beat the atmosphere to propel her towards the ground and every muscle strained for speed. She’d been enjoying the skies, soaking in the sun and reveling in the Birdsong high she had been riding for days but the sudden disturbance had put a stop to that. Meg had seen the dust could first, a long plume coming from the north that could only be made by someone moving fast on foot through the desert. Confusion was the first to enter her mind, what on earth would be disturbing the perfect desert now? Then came the shout, and though the words were not distinguishable, the urgency was clear and the the carefree mare was gone in an instant to make way for the militant sultana. She recognized the figure, one of Ampere’s warriors glimpsed often… the one that crackles and smolders like embers. He was little known to the Meg but trusted all the same as a herd mate and for his fire. Fire was good, pure. it only chose the righteous. Below she saw the grullo stallion spin, looking for an ear for his news and she strained to push herself faster. Almost to the ground, just a bit farther… Then one word become clear. North. The Sunspear’s mind went wild at the word. Each scenario that presented itself was worse than the one before. More conflict between the northern tribes? An invasion of the Throat? The wretched Moon Goddess returned to power? Anything that could threaten her home and her herd flew before her mind’s eye. I saw it. she thought, thinking of the Sun God’s mirror. Dark clouds on the horizon. Had her bliss been too good to last? She landed violently in a spray of sand. The short-tempered Sultana was half in a rage already at what her mind could conjure but with no enemy here to fight she had to shove it back. A few strides had her to the stallion, steps bold and broad, a soldier’s march if ever there was one. “Cathun!” For the fist time since her promotion she had a reason and so her voice rang like a command. Wide, wild eyes took in every detail of the sweaty figure and she needed to know the reason. “What’s happened?” |
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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