CRESCENCIA
the oracle has fallen

In your mind, there is so little that has happened, that you wonder where it all went wrong.

You felt the impeccable absence of His thoughts within your mind; where did He go and why? Was He mad with you, for some unknown reason? There were far too many questions for so little time. The gnashing, churning pit that sucked the world out from underneath it was horrifying, at best. You were nowhere near water to begin with, but you felt yourself pulled like you were standing dead center in the middle of a raging whirlpool. Inexplicably, it was a feeling like you've never known. In the pull, in the warping, stretching absence of time and space, you suddenly feel suffocated.

Your nostrils fill with water, and your eyes burn and blur. Your throat is tight and your heart aches within your chest. There is an adept feeling of loss that fills your soul to the brim, overwhelming and making your limbs heavy and numb all at the same time. Your mouth opens to try and suck in air that is not present... but while you feel like you are choking on the water you think surrounds you, nothing enters your lungs. Not water, not air - just an empty nothingness that is perplexing and confusing to the mind.

In mere seconds, you feel like you're surfacing - but when had you ever stepped foot into water to begin with? Where were the dead rocks and dry falls that were once your safe haven?

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The blood red waters of the falls churned as she emerged. Mane splattered messily about her face and neck, water pouring out of almost every orifice until she gasped and heaved for air. Disheveled forelock covered both of her eyes and hindered her vision, and she found herself tumbled sloppily onto the shores of the Blood Falls. As her vision returned to her, she struggled to get her balance, the rooted tree at her shoulderblades taking on a substantial amount of weight with the water that had soaked it to its core.

Her eyes darted about, to the absolutely massive amounts of individuals that plagued this poor blood red pool. Shaky legs planted into the rich mud of the shores as she steadied herself, and heaved her body upwards. This was not where she was; this was not her home. Where were her Followers? Where were those familiar faces she craved?

That is when it hit her, like a bag filled with half-ton bricks. Her mind was inexplicably silent. Ears tipped backwards, worried at the impending anger that silence always brought from Him. She stood to the front of the group, staring mindlessly into the vast amount of bodies that just appeared to seep from the woodwork of the forest... but there was no expression in her face, no life in her eyes.

Where had He gone from her mind? What was the silence a metonym for? The strong sense of nothingness scared the white mare, that even the black that marred her pure coat was nothing compared to the fear of His anger.

The God that plagued her thoughts - her God - spoke in visions of anger, revenge, and sacrifice. But now there was an absence of Him - no intricacies that wove a story to life in images that filled her mind, no feelings of lust nor anger nor pain. For once her life, the mind of this beaten Oracle was silent...

And she didn't like it one bit.

With the silence, her mind opened. It soaked in the surroundings, the people, the new faces and this blistering new land. The smells were intoxicating, overwhelming, and oh so sweet. Sickeningly sweet. The musk that prevailed over her Home was gone; instead, the humidity and sweet nectar of this land filled her nostrils and made her eyes water.

But what was more confusing than the scents, was the people whom she did not recognize. It was easy to pick out the ones that were not like her, but she recognized not a single face from those that looked more akin to her. Where were they from? Most of all... why did she concern herself with these trivial matters all of the sudden?

Her attention snapped back to all the 'Helovians.' The sparking god - certainly not her God - who stared with a fierce anger and adeptness at the group of rank individuals clustered into the pool. She sensed power from him, but she was not sure of what kind... maleficent, or caring, her senses were so dulled by the years of torment that she could not tell right from wrong.

It was like her lips had all of the sudden touched the fruit from the Tree of Life... knowledge flooded her mind - images so sharp and painful that it caused her hide to twitch. With this information, came the onset of intense emotion. Anger filled her head; why would He forsake her? Why did He torment her - a faithful servant all these years, through sacrifice and torture, through moral good and bad?

So blinded by her emotions - ones that she truly thought she lacked - was she, that never a word left her lips.