HOLD MY HAND AGAINST THE NIGHT

SHOW ME ALL THE DEMONS LEFT TO FIGHT:

She knows little of the world’s most recent visitor, one as enigmatic as Kisamoa. But then the girl knew very little of the Gods. Didn’t believe in anything like them. The world happened naturally, as she understood in the simplest of legends.

The feathered mare made her descent in the beginning of the day, and much farther down the beach. There was reprieve in the salty air, and a steady comfort knowing that the ocean reached out towards infinity – beyond the horizon, beyond knowledge. Somehow, the idea of nothingness carried the weight off her shoulders and stifled her fickle mind. She might have closed her eyes and rested a little, comforted by the winds that ran off the ocean.

Idly she followed the beach, pastel green eyes absorbing the growing mass ahead of her. She couldn’t quite make out Kisamoa’s form, but was altogether startled by the appearance of the shadow-thing; taking form regardless of the natural elements of the lands. Was she seeing things…? Her breath caught in her throat, her surprise churned from her belly to those legs and hooves – and the young heroine picked up her pace. If not to get a better look, then to find some answers.

As she neared the crowd’s edges – scattered and filled with all sorts of species and individuals, scents strong and all sorts of new and wrong, the dark shadow-thing made a motion with the presence of their fog. A fog the girl recognized from the Edge. Ru stifled a snort, and merely gasped as the sands radiated with light and fantastical light. Her face filled with a mixture of horror and wonder.

Who are those people?

She shifted her gaze across the other participants, and the girl concluded this all had to do something with the shadow-thing, and the sea creature ahead of them. Beyond her better judgment, she slipped through the outermost gatherings. Bold, pushing through the thicker parts to stand close enough and gather a better picture. Although not in that immediate inner circle, beaming with odd individuals and strange colts, she stood nearly behind them. Simply staring, shocked, bewildered.

If only she could say something? If only she could learn more from the strangers beside and behind her.

Left to her circumstance, the mute stood stiff and filled with that strong desire to figure out why these changes were taking place. And how.

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