The newly crowned queen was brilliant as she wandered the caves, her eager trot eating ground as she searched all around for those who had called the Edge their home before. It was time- time to go home. But she couldn't go home without them, couldn't dance all day in the sun without first gathering her friends to dance with. So she did her job like any good leader would- she did not and would not rest until she found every single horse she had ever called friend or family and told them that home was open, home was awaiting them with open arms. The darkness was gone.
It was not too long, then, before the girl wandered into the room with the waterfall, which she had hereto avoided. It was not any particular reason that had kept her away- it was rather a nice room, she noted, as she wandered through the entrance. After all, the sun was shining in and the water was splashing down, giving a pleasant coolness and a nice atmosphere. But, in that instant that it took her to notice how nice the room was, that it took her to grow a smile and take a deep breath, the girl found her happiness fading and her heart growing cold. The girl found her knees starting to shake and that old injury, that foot long scar that ran down her left hip, start to burn like the injury was fresh.
Him. The unicorn. Her eyes grew wide, her head lifted up, and all she could do was squeak out a tiny noise of concern, one that would never be able to be heard over the roar of the waterful. And despite the fact that she wanted to run, despite the fact that she wanted to turn and never look back, she found that she could not move at all. And despite the fact that she was supposed to be atoning for the mistakes she had made, despite the fact that she was supposed to be on a quest to right all the hatred in this world and to bring peace to all, she was having a hard time fighting past the terror that permeated her soul. After all- how many times had this unicorn visited her in her nightmares?
And yet, the girl had faith, and somewhere through her terror, faith broke through, and she convinced herself that this was a test. This was the gods testing her, making sure she was fit to be queen, fit to lead her people back to the Edge. Could she really be so brave? She could try. “Pl- please, sir. Hello,” she started, and yet she still shivered on her hooves, yet her scar still burned with memories of the terror she had felt that day. Could she really get past what had happened?
Kahlua
THE SUNSHOWER
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