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There are people already there when he arrives. However, the boy is lost – his newfound friends are scattered, and he can’t seem to make them out among the adults and other children that mill about.
He doesn’t let it bother him. The pale and fiery red strands that follow the boy, press in deeper and closer to all the commotion. The endless stone is beautiful, he thinks – minus the bones that serve as its base. He wishes he could at least touch its surface, ensure that it’s actually there - and not merely an illusion.
“Woah… it’s beautiful.” His voice was low, as they hinged on the runes. Ebbing, like the waves he so loved, and the breeze that pulsed from beyond. He felt so proud, so important for helping – like everyone else had. Saoirse had found new friends, and now they had this magical stone to commemorate their efforts.
If only that had been true; his fantastical ideas, his pride quickly become an evil thought that is corrupted by the announcement of the petite mare.
Kaos? – oh but why? Why does she defy him?
How can she be so certain?
The voice curls and sends shivers through the boy’s body. His breath nearly leaves him, as his wings tremble beside his small and fragile body. Sea-green eyes wide as the creature appears to claw its way into existence, ears flatten as the boy’s tail presses close behind his rump.
Tears streamed down his face. He was too close, too petrified to make any attempt to escape the monster. Saoirse wasn’t sure what happened next – he felt a thud, and several cracks that left his mouth in a strangled silence he failed to capture in his voice.
Saoirse was no one and nothing all at once. His body flew like a speck of mud shaken by the creature. Landing outside the immediate gathering, farther, into bushes and wet earth.
When he woke up, the world rebooted at an uncomfortable, terrible speed.
“Ma!”
The tears returned. His heart thumped with a thunderous roar, and his sides heaved, shallow with each breath. He could make out their voices like murmurs, the sound of magic crackling from the fire, the electricity, the earth shaking and booming as if Titans sparred the nearby grounds.
He didn’t know how to move, or if he should. He felt so incredibly sore and weak.
The boy choked on his tears, lifting his left wing lamely and yelled as the pain struck him.
A wing that was broken, a body that was bruised. Scratches littered, here and there from the brush and twigs. For the time being his body remained lying against the ground. The lame wing falling back against his side.
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[O] SWP :: The beginning of something new entirely
