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All or nothing
All or nothing
RIFT
He wondered if the breeze that blew so faintly off of the ocean waves could be carried from other lands, from other homes of his. The lanky stallion inhaled deep, hoping for some small reminder of the lives he left behind and of the lives he himself had lost. Was mother still out there, searching for the remains of his body all the while hoping that they would never be found? Was she still holding on to the hope against all odds that he was alive? That he would some day return to her and comfort her? Hoping that he would give her a reason to live happily again, her last breathing child?
Rift shook his head, no, Blackfire was more levelheaded than that; she was a queen and a general and a mother, she would take no pleasure or grief from believing in something against all odds. It had been three years since the country of his birth had fallen to the ashes of war, and though he knew that she had followed him to more than one land, she had only been following the memory of the child she had lost.
He was not who he had been, the boy with the easy grin and the careful steps had been dissolved upon the tides of blood that stained the land. He had been lost and he would not be found again. Hooves pressed crescents into the sands, half circles filled with nothing but their own emptiness. Was that how his mother felt? Empty?
Was that how he should feel at the thought of breaking her heart?
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