She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

Lost? The indignity of it rankled more than the bruised that covers Megaera’s body. Underneath the thick leathers, lay a slew of massive welts, but at least they had been well-earned, being lost was just embarrassing. Sore and exhausted, the Sunspear had been trying to get back to the Throat. She needed to get back home but this accursed forrest had beaten her. She’d entered the deep forrest on her way south from the new land where the bloody waterfall flowed hoping to find traces of family member she’d missed there. The little detour she’d taken might have been ill-advised…

After her “friendly” clash with the Dauntless she had tried to continue on her way home only to find herself here, wherever here was. The dark and winding paths of the deep forrest had kept both her and Gwaihir grounded and also, in seemed, had spit them into previously uncharted territory. When the smoke began se had called her companion to her and he assumed his customary place on her withers. What, smoke? he asked, again trying their mental connection and Megaera did not answer right away. The fine winging tendrils of black and silver brought only one thing to mind, and it was enough to have her anger creeping back from where her fight had let it rest.

She feel remembered the day the Goddess had been discovered, and Gaucho, her mentor and her friend, as her unwitting puppet. That bitch! The Sunspear’s blood still ran hot at the though of the purple sorceress’ words, how she had abused her powers, forced Gaucho to kill a slew of innocents, and the condemned them all as weak. The three brothers had banished her, but if it had been up to Meg, she would have died that day…if it were possible to kill a god. Whatever was happening now had something to do with the Moon Goddess, and if the Time God’s recent battle was any indication, it would be trouble, so the pegasus and the eagle followed the winding smoke.

Soon enough it dissipated and the Sunspear realized she had left a black forrest for a green one. Still horrid. There were voices up ahead and soon enough Megaera found there source and stopped in her tracks. There she was, the Moon Goddess and a whole collection of strange creatures that Meg could only assume from what she had been told, that the god had brought along with her. The Sunspear was determined to hate and mistrust every one of them.

There were other faces though, that Meg had seen before, but she and Gwaihir remained on the edge of the scene to watch through angry eyes of black and gold. Ophelia and the dark mare beside her were oddly the most familiar, she remembered both from the day of the Goddesses Judgement and the white queen more from the confrontation on the floating isle. A gold buck paid a greeting to the goddess and stood there with such a nonchalant smirk that meg felt an urge the kick it off his face, The black pegasus, however, was of most concern to her, for she knew his face from her desert home…Mother, he called her…..do we have a moonsnake in the sands?

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