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Softly as the falling snow, the unicorn came, drifting in with the wind. It was the first time she had ventured from the safety of World’s Edge, the first time she had dared to leave the embrace of the gentle fog that cloaked her new home. Here, in this frozen land, everything was painfully bright and solid. Once, she had loved the sun, had danced through meadows filled with glorious light and laughed with the pleasure of being alive. Once upon a time, she had been innocent. It was too bad those days were over.
Still, the snow and ice here were beautiful in a way, glittering like a vast field of diamonds, offering solace to the heartbroken angel in their own clumsy way. The display did not comfort her, but it did serve as a distraction, the dancing pinpoints tempting her to let go of her identity and just watch them. Not her beloved fog, that wrapped gently around her body and pulled her mind into nonexistence, but better than nothing. Better than remembering.
The sun began to set as she remained motionless in the chilling snow, casting a bloody light across the pristine white of her surroundings, staining her own pure coat with crimson and turning her gold horn into a stained spear. The way it should have been. Though not a vicious creature, Adura wishes pain upon the angels who had stolen her beloved away while holding captive with their divine magic. She placed her faith in the heavenly father, but his warriors were another story, or at least that particular group had been. Zealots, slaughtering the fallen in God’s name, daring to claim it was His will.
They lied. Forsaken, it is all she has to cling to. He was loving and merciful. Surely he wouldn’t order senseless death? Yet, it had been allowed, and that almost seemed to be a worse crime. There may not have been an order for Azazel’s death, but the act had been permitted to happen. Deep blue eyes close in a futile attempt to shut out the pain, and a tear trickles down her cheek, freezing before it can fall to the ground. Those she had encountered here were kind, but they did not understand. When the purpose for your life is ended, what is left to live for?
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