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09-16-2015, 07:16 PM
Persephone As my friend did, I could not believe the new world that we found ourselves in. Where we had been standing in shadow and death, in a land sick and tortured, some sort of magic had washed over the land and purified it. And it was beautiful once it had been. I started to feel okay, not better by any means but a little safer. A little less like my entire world was crashing down on me. But the feeling didn’t last long. Evaneska was speaking but I barely caught the words - I was focusing too much on the portal that had opened - sunlight and warmth calling me. As though summer itself was beckoning. I was still trying to decide whether to trust it when the mare by my side moved. “Evaneska!” I whispered in a frightened strangle of a voice when my friend, my only friend, stepped through the portal and disappeared. But I was more afraid of being alone than I was of whatever may lay on the other side so I followed soon after, keeping as close to her dappled side as she would allow. My eyes landed immediately on the stallion - if such a simple term could be given to the golden creature that had greeted us. He seemed to be so much more, more than any mere mortal could be. I felt plain, insignificant even, in his presence. My coat pulsed dully, twice quickly and then another pulse a little while later, but it was nothing compared to the fierce power that radiated from the one that greeted us.
“Thank you, sir, for saving us.” I manage to whisper, though I am certain that he won’t hear me. There are others, and I shy away from them all - wanting to either sink into the side of Evaneska or of the great golden god - though I wasn’t near close enough to him to do so. So I try to move closer to her, golden eyes wide as they take in the crowd of those that did not come through the portal that were just here. One of them asks us about our god, about whether they will attack, but our gods were not here. And they did not attack, at least not anyone that did not deserve to be attacked.
Surely it would be the same here. lost in hell, my dear. It's not so dreadful here |
clings to Evaneska, crushes on Sunny, the usual.
