it has come to pass...

Morning came without hesitation. Shades of crimson and gold met the horizon with a fiery welcome. She had almost forgotten the magic that rose with the dawn. Each dewdrop that hung, crystallized, from the individual blades of grass, acted as a prism. Thistle Meadow glistened like a vibrant rainbow, shimming with the ripples of the grass beneath the soft breeze. The heavens were bloodied that morning, a sure sign of telltale things to come. Her teachings as a young unicorn were surfacing. Even as a young girl, in boarding school, she had been taught of the fisherman’s proverb; “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”. Some thought it ‘fishy’, but she had learned to study the sky: The stars, the moon, other planets and the sun. She had come to find it’s telling informative.

As the morning star shifted in it’s position, she spent her duration wandering the lands. Experiencing new scents and sights that were both pleasing to her nasal passage and visionaries. She had begun to venture into the thicket, captured and mesmerized by a peculiar looking butterfly, only to be wrenched away by a hideous whining whistle, that hung as an undertone on the bird’s and cricket’s song. Fear moved like ice flowers, creeping over her like in her nightmares. Folklore spoke of it, but she knew of it to be real. She hadn’t needed to have lived in these lands to have known what lay beyond the thicket and more reasonably, closer to the heart of this new world. Though she didn’t know how far she was from the heart of Helovia, she needed to either opt in or opt out of knowing what she would get herself into.

The small alabaster unicorn was no warrior. She carried no magic to assist her. But she had fought off assassins. She knew what a dying body felt like. She had once fought a twenty-year battle… but did she want to go back? Was she willing to lay her life on the line for a world she had stumbled into? A world she had not chosen to live in. If she could have had it her way, she would have preferred her homeland. But for whatever reason, the portal to which should have transported her back to Luster, had deceived her. She had been told of other worlds. Though the world of Luster had been created for the unicorns. And now she had found unicorns who had chosen another world over Luster. Why, she couldn’t understand.

What had seemed like an eternity to come to a conclusion, she felt her golden cloven hooves digging up the soil, pelting her belly as her limbs carried her body without hesitation. Just as the morning had come with no invitation, so she too advanced upon this nightmarish thing she only knew would wreck havoc wherever it chose. She may not owe her life to anyone, but being a bystander, knowing and not acting on what she knew was right, she just as well might have committed murder herself. She couldn’t say she was all too surprised by the sudden turmoil that had surfaced, but the shock lay in the appearance of such a thing as this. She had only prayed she would not have had to have see the season where one would appear. And here she was, no warrior, but heading full charge into battle, for a world she did not belong to. To join in battle with others she knew not of, to fight beside them and risk her life. And for what? For the glory? For the honor? To be remembered? To be acknowledged? To be the heroine? No. None of these were her objective. It was because she knew it to be her duty.

With lithe and swift speed, she entered onto the cushy soiled heart of Helovia. Skidding to a halt at the borderline, rocketing her weight to her rear end while her fore limbs pranced lightly on the grassy floor, as her façade eloquently bobbed before she gracefully rose on her hind end. Cloven hooves flailed at the sky, in the direction of the demon possessed dust cloud that swept over the terrain. The sight her glacier blue pools encompassed, was only a solid confirmation of her knowledge and recollection of the stories she had heard. The dust demon screamed his challenge, and his appearance crowded the reflection her orbs mirrored. Her own defying challenging scream echoed, in answer to the horror that had seemed to have some unfinished busy to take care of. But that was none of her concern. Her only concern was to aide her companions who stood in a group not far off.

She darted off towards the group of six. Quickly, she counted three unicorns, not including herself, an equine, a pegasus, and a hybrid. The sweet aroma of the lush grass she trampled, filled her lungs and salivated her tongue, as she could almost taste it's candy-like flavor. Everything had been drowned out, except of the ringing of the whining whistle of the dark cloud. Her ivory horn was slightly angled, as her physique was a wonder of milky whiteness, moving across the meadow. Silky strands glided on the soft breeze, and the current she created in opposition of her moving frame with the stillness of the air. As she neared the group, a toss of her delicate features was given, side passing at a trot, with coiled muscles, and flexing tendons, ready for battle. With a sleek, arched nape, her muzzle met her breast. The others could think what they liked about her small stature. She was not there to impress anyone or even make friends. She was there for one reason, and one reason only.

No boggart was going to harm this land. Even if she had not grown accustom to calling it her home. It was not in her nature, in her character, to be a bystander, a passer by, and not take responsibility for something she knew she could be of help, even if she had to be the bait, the diversion. Taking up residence next to the grey mare’s flank, opposite of the grey unicorn stallion's position, with a crimson horn, she could only wait until this terror made his devious move on the group. Only then would she reply in fashion. Beads of sweat clung to her pelt, like it was water-resistant. Mimicking the dew she had only witnessed that bloodthirsty morning. It was time.

Minor fear: dying
Major fear: losing her sense of who she is and once was
Word count:1088
OOC: She is placed left of Mandrake.