Apollo had been the only one to come at my warning call. I thought I had made my voice urgent enough, made it clear that the matter at hand was very important, but it was obvious that I hadn't been successful in my potrayal. Perhaps they just did not care that a two-year-old was calling out for the whole of the Foothills, surely to tell them of the big scary monster in the dark... Only this one was very much real, and if we didn't do something about it, I feared that it would consume us all until nothing was left of this world.
Though it was unwise to stray from the herdlands, I'd found myself doing just that from time to time, fearing the unnatural darkness for all I was worth but braving it regardless. For, what of all those who called themselves outcasts, the wanderers of Helovia? A pang of sheer fright rattled my body at the thought of what might have happened to some of the unexpecting souls of the wild, as I was certain the darkness had since traveled beyond the confines of the marsh. I didn't know what happened when that darkness touched you, nor did I really want to find out. Mother would be the one to ask, but when I made my way to the Veins in search of her, I was horrified to find that it was already devoured by the malicious force.
With eyes rimmed in white I had fled, slipping through the comforting shadows that were still of this world, of Mother, of me. I'd taken myself further west, and as I stepped through the already disapating shadows, I could see that the ocean was just a short way ahead. I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and remember the peace I had felt during my last visit here, when I had met the downtrodden Ampere, but I could not. The feeling here was still strangely heavy, and while no shadowy figures danced in my periforals, I couldn't help but be apprehensive and uneasy.
I kept grounded despite my discomfort, fearing that I would be too easy a target in the skies as I made my way towards the sandy shore. My mind tried to comfort itself with otherwise happy thoughts, but I was quick to push them away; now was not the time for distractions. I needed to keep a sharp eye out for those oblivious to the threat hanging over all of our heads, and the ominous darkness itself. I must have walked for a good hour along the beach or more before my persistence paid off; up ahead in the distance stood a black blue form, one that I easily recognized once I spied the numerous feathers she donned within her mane.
"Ampere!" I called out, moving into a trot and only a few strides later breaking into a canter to close the distance between us. A genuine, true smile played out across my face at seeing her again; our first meeting at this very location had been short, but I found peace and comfort in her somber presence. I could only hope that she was a little better now, but before I could ask, I needed to warn her and we needed to get out of here.
Slowing, all I wanted to do was rejoice in the fact that I had found her again and speak with her for hours; but I could not. Instead, my smile dropped and my expression turned solemn, grim. I was not upset with her, no, but merely worried. "Ampere, I can't express how happy I am to have found you again," I started, lips pursing briefly before I went on. "But, the darkness -- you've seen it, haven't you?" Maybe I was speaking too quickly for her to get a word in, but I was scared. "We need to get out of here, before it reaches the beach, too. Please..." For a moment, there was almost a begging tone to my voice, a pleading look set deep in pupiless eyes. I couldn't live with myself if I left her here. "Come with me? You can come to the Foothills, and from there we can find some place truly safe of it."
"talk."
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