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10-24-2016, 10:26 PM
Reach the water, get into the sky, find the twins… Megaera recited the order rapidly in her mind, the thought of her goal trying to drown out the knowledge of what she was leaving. She’d felt the firm collision of her hooves with Ampere’s body but didn’t stop to glance back as her winded opponent struggled for breath. It was a desperate scrabble to pick up speed and her wings spread wide even as she struggled to build momentum. Her forelegs screamed in protest, scoured fronts bit by bloody tears and now the sharp stings of oxygen and gritty sand. On this uneven ground they wouldn't let her prepare for take-off. Where one step would press off firmly against red rock, the next would sink into craggy sand and slow her. She’d have to run, have to get to the base of the bridge.
To her astonishment the bay warrioress lurched, the movement in her limbs suddenly sluggish even while her upper body wanted to continue moving forward. Surprise, terror, disbelief, all flashed through Meg’s mind and her brain screamed over each to tell her traitorous legs to move but for several long seconds they simply would not respond. And then they were turning… Turning! Realization hit Meg like a bolt and even as her body turned against her will her black eyes locked onto Ampere.
Outrage: the fierce flames of it kindled, spinning past the guards Megaera had thrown up because unlike the self-loathing Ampere was pinpointing so accurately, outrage at this intrusive violation could be turned outward. Boom! It knocked sharply at the wall she had built around her emotions, and the stones of it quaked. "You feel like everyone hates you, because you hate you.” — Boom! Another knock against the wall, and Meg, stunned by emotions too numerous to name, didn’t even realize when the hold Ampere’s magic released. She stared at the blue, eyes glassy as a frozen lake, shining with some grotesque mix of childlike terror and inhumane rage that tore out from the place that the former Sultana had locked it away in ”She’s right. You know she is.” Not Meg’s inner voice but Gwaihir’s echoed in her mind. BOOM!
Megaera’s attention faltered as the walls shook, started to crumble…She turned for the briefest second to look for her companion, to plead with him for help and the flying dagger sliced across her turned cheek, leaving an angry red slash from the bridge of her nose to the base of her skull.
From his perch, the eagle felt the bloody bite of the dagger as if it had scored his own face. As much as he would have liked to close himself off from Meg after they had been at odds, he could not leave her alone to feel that pain, or any pain. He felt everything that she did, but in a filtered way that left his mind clear to see the truth where Meg had blinded herself to it. It went against practice, against instinct not to rush to her side, not to defend his Meg, but he approved of Ampere’s actions. Perhaps the blue mare’s uninhibited violence could succeed where his attempted conciliations had failed; he knew Meg’s heart down to its very core, he knew she could thrive nowhere but in the sands of Dragon’s Throat.
"NO!" The violent scream was rent from her throat, a vicious and desperate denial of everything she faced: Asavvi’s disappearance, Gaucho’s death, Cera’s accusations, Ampere’s insights, Gwaihir’s betrayal. Had she thought she could be cold? Had Meg really thought she could wall herself away? Even now Ampere’s final words were like a battering ram and Meg’s palisade of indifferent disgust was no match to the iron force of the truth.
Meg didn’t want the truth, couldn’t handle the truth. Her life had crumbled around her around her proud ears because when things had gone wrong, when life had gotten messy, she hadn’t leaned on her friends, on her herd. She hadn’t trusted them to help her, to love her; hadn’t trusted that they would believe in her because despite The Sun God’s belief—despite Gaucho’s belief—Megaera hadn’t believed in herself.
With tears streaking from her eyes to mix with the blood that dripped from her cheek, Megaera twisted to clamp her teeth on the shaft of gilded steel at her side. She wrenched it free if its holding position and heaved her body up into a rear, arching her head back. Crashing her ruined forelegs to the earth again she hurled the spear at the symbolic center of everything she wanted to run from: Ampere.
@Ampere
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Megaera
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
