The lack of light loosened its grasp around her throat as she had spoken. Flickering sounds of echoes far into the cave listened in on their conversation as the words carried. The bell of alarm slowly cleared out to make space once again for whatever words the mare had found. Once of hurt, yet still needing Maren to understand. Perhaps. But she was reaching out to someplace fallen already so far behind, didn’t see that she was trying to get back something already gone so deep, that it had already fallen away into a depth of nothingness. Her words sounding so true and right; a perfect reflection of a chaotic desperation for acceptance and the longing for a better life, perhaps truly deserved.
But she was asking Maren to acknowledge that.
She didn't.
— She wouldn't.
One day long ago, a day in which the roses in the Medium were left without a gardener the Medium had been empty. The Holy Garden was left without a care-taker; without a gate-keeper. So one day the Entities went out to search for a gardener. It came at a time that Maren was in despair like a grounded bird with its perseverance for life slowly leaving her in horrible silence: Fading, drifting away from its purpose, into the shadows, until — Something had granted her a speck of light. A single dot of awareness and illumination. She could’ve sworn it lighted her veins, her heart, her mind. That curious, but tiny speck of dust, electrified by the embrace of a rising sun, had been able to do that. Inside such subtle elegance the Gods had reached out to her; enlightened a new path. And she had taken it. She had giving herself to the Gods, and with it was the promise that she would take care of the roses growing underneath the Grand Oak and the ultimate Silence that it had birthed. From that moment on she had worshipped The Cherry Oak and its Entities. This was her life. There did not have to be remorse and there did not have to be mercy if one followed the ways of the Cherry Oak.
The Rift-mare's outreach came to an end, shaped itself into a final conclusion. Finally, the girl saw it now, too The truth.
“You disappoint me.”
She had disappointed many, living as she did. Some who she had held... close to her heart, of whom she still held fond memories not easily forgotten and then there were some who she had already forgotten everything about — and surely there were a lot more to come.
She had taken faith and cherished it, guarded it for the sanctuary and trust. That day, long ago, she had recovered her hope inside of a divine purpose — And it was worth more to her than anything else in the world.
The wings, that had rested in their own feathered embrace, unfolded like shadows next to her pale cheeks.
“Then go.” —Leave me be as I watch the Heavens fall.
At least this time she wouldn't have to see the tears.
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