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Your sweet memory
To my first child, never known,
Perhaps your brother and sister have told you of my correspondences with them. I write to you now only out of fear that they have, and that you believe yourself to be less loved. Know that this is not so--that perhaps, in the way that the innocent only can, I loved you the most, once.
I had dreams of who you would be and as a child, for I was only a child then and even younger than you are now, and when I grew it became harder to hold onto them. You were the one that got away. You were a lost chance at happiness that will never stop hurting. I don't know your name. I don't know if you are a stallion or a mare, now, as you surely stand tall and grown. I just know that I loved you.
I've told your siblings part of a much larger story and now I must do the same for you, if only so that you can understand the journey I took to get to you.
I was beginning to explore. Unlike most others, I was unaware of the new world about me and did not notice its changes without the aid of my company. Though perhaps to call these strangers that travelled in droves and I happened to follow around company was perhaps foolish of me.
That day, the day I met my second god and cared only because this time she was a goddess, I had wandered into the labyrinth. I gave her my respect immediately upon seeing her for this reason alone. Surely she was forced to deal with that selfish electric stallion on a regular basis and for that she deserved an award of some kind. I had spent one chaotic afternoon with him and had enough.
The land where I found myself, apparently her domain but not unlike that which had been captured by her sibling in that it was riddled with apparent foreigners, was beautiful but eerie. I was thankful for my agile frame and the ability to bob and weave through the tall green stems that filled this forest. I was less thankful for the trouble of untangling my hair from the narrow traps such greenery created.
But somehow I arrived at the center of that gathering with my poise still intact and was able to find myself before her. The Goddess of the Moon.
I think that then, maybe, I was somewhat jealous of her.
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AHVELYN
Standing at the edge of the clearing, watching.
