"One Day, I Shall Live By the Code of Honor."
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No….
It was as though the very shadows of the night sky had descended upon the mists; they trudged forward, a unified pounding of marching hooves that bespoke the end and its beginning. Laila watched the shapes move, pulled from her sleep by the rumbling of the coming force; her eyes clear of sleep and full of growing fear, the shadows became clearer, gradually turning into the shapes of horses of intimidating size, their movement deliberate, their intention clear.
No….
Frostfall had ended, but the cold lingered in the Edge. Laila had cursed this place so many times; had cursed her own idleness, had cursed the freezing mists that clung to her coat every morning. The only saving grace was that her hooves had ceased to boil with her temper, but her temper continued to flair. The filly was growing, her blood burning and her limbs growing to accommodate an itch that had begun to fester in her limbs. Exploring didn’t alleviate this strange craving; no, what Laila wanted was change, a shift in the wrinkle of stagnation. It felt as though Laila was waiting on the precipice of fate, that these passed seasons were nothing but a quiet before the storm of destiny decended; the Gods had left them, the world had been blackened, and still Laila felt her limbs itch with something to come.
No….
She had welcomed that change—the thought twisted her gut with sickening shame as she watched the approaching warriors. Laila had wanted, actually wished for something to shift her cold, sleepy world from its comfortable perch of boredom. What she didn’t bank on was the sudden invasion of her entire world in one fell swoop by these monsters. Yes, that’s what she called them. Monsters
……NO!!
The ebony acolyte was barely two, scarcely older than a fawnling, with a body still gangly and growing despite the roundness and robust quality that her features had acquired. It was madness to consider her inclusion in this battle—she had barely practiced her fighting in the time of her apprenticeship. She should’ve left with the other foals and gotten out of harm’s way when she could….and yet. The idea of her running was too preposterous to consider as well. Young she may be, Laila was in no mood to abandon her land to the hands of the fate she had wanted so desperately. No. She would right this wrong.
“You will not pass me!” Laila called, her voice booming forth with all the power she possessed, her chest quaking with fear and an unidentified quantity as she stepped closer to the cloud of mist, to the shadow-warriors who’s bulk and focus caused her nerves to spike in a way that she had never felt before. Her eyes spotted the crimson battle paint of an enormous specimen of a unicorn, and suddenly the jump in her nerves skyrocketed into a certainty that caused the ebony filly to target the woman with the eyes for combat. Her heart beating a furious tempo in her throat, Laila broke into a charge, directly head-long for the chest of the hulking, dappled creature. This was it; the fires of war had sprung alive in the acolyte’s chest, and there was no turning away from it.
“You will not take my home!!”
[W/C: 560
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Charges Artemis head on.
Editted because I'm a dingleberry and typed the wrong Word Count.]
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[O] No dawn, no day [Judge] [INVASION]
