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07-12-2017, 10:43 PM
Hush now…Don’t be scared
Through this tide of darkness….
He was so tired, exhaustion lining under his eyes, and weighing down his small body till his hooves dragged. He heard whispers of what was happening….and he saw the fog. Black and thick it blocked out the sun and chocked any near it. The pale colt had been glad to leave where there was still sun. Yet the thought of leaving the Edge had made him look back…for someone, a red filly. He never did find her. Ma and Da and had been so tense and whispered. Then Da had gone….that’s when the colt knew things were not good. He had returned in the middle of the night, the colt saw him come, much to his happiness….but it hadn’t lasted.
Stumbling along, wearing Da’s cloak again as it seemed to be his own now, nudged by Ma and Da the pale colt and his twin was pulled with the rest of Helovia into the narrow trap. Fear and anxiety leapt across the group, stinging him worse than Castiella’s sparks. “Da…” He tosses his head up to look at the adults, but the gold was standing before him, back turned. The shouting grows. His heart begins to beat faster, but he was used to its thresholds now and pays it no mind…for now…. “Ma?” He tries the other. He had never seen so many horses together…he just wanted to see what was happening. “Ma what’s going on?” Ever an innocent soul, the colt did not understand.
The colt stomps a small hoof at being ignored. He wanted to know! The pale colt was tired of being whispered about, of his parents not telling him everything. He had now travelled across the continent, he’d been wounded, and he had seen death even (though he didn’t care to remember it). What possibly could they be wanting to keep from him? His head shakes, and the horn cuffs, still lite with their small flames, rattle.
Bones are strong. Right. He’d just be strong and find out for himself. With ears flat back like he’d seen Ma do when she’d had enough of Da being…Da, the colt tries to move around his Da’s gold shoulder. The stallion moves, blocking his sight. Frowning as a light flashes and more words shout across the dull crowd noise, the colt tries again. Once more he is blocked by his Da. “Da!” He shouts his frustration. Da was never like this! He always gave in and always listened. It made the colt’s heart sting slightly.
Fine be that way. Using what his Da had taught him, against him, the colt slipped back till he was behind the two and his twin, then came around the otherside till he could se- A dead body hit the earth, black mists oozing from every surface. The pale colt froze rigid. Now he heard the words. Death…laughter at death. Screams. Shouts. Another group charges some large stallion standing by the portal….Dead. Drop dead. The colt begins to shake.
He hears his name. He feels a shove. A push and he’s falling, down. A shadow moves over him, gold shadow, curses,...but dead. Another drops dead. The colt was shaking from ear to hoof. Over and over he saw the smoke pouring from the eyes of horses….like there was nothing there. The child was too young to understand the rest, the sacrifice of the Gods, the words Kaos spoke, or what could possible lay in the swirling portal….he just saw death. Everywhere death….and though fear struck his heart, speeding it…he did not panic in painful fear as before…that is what scared him most. Each falling body he felt himself stink deeper and deeper. It wasn’t the heightened, running around terrified, like he pretended to do in games sometimes. No. It was a weight, a pressing of the world on his small shoulders. He already bore so much though…He was so tired. Sea blue eyes close away, but he can still hear them. Still hear the thud of bodies. His heart wasn’t racing, but a warmth was spreading over him…and he let it. Thud Another falls. Horses he didn’t even know….or…did he? Castiella! He never found her in the-! Sea blue eyes open but its too late, they open to reveal a growing white core.
Heat seared quickly down his spine, eyes close back in pain, and his coat glows brighter and brighter. It wavers in light, shifting, till it is nothing but flames, licking the underside of the gold. It did not lash out as much as before though, instead the flames seem muted…dulled. Then it fades to ashes, before the gold phoenix finally rises. Father had moved. The white bird eyes looks at the sky above and wings lift him up, yet he is so tired…The fire bird catches sight of a rosen back and he mindlessly soars to it, rather clumsily. Wings flap as he gains balance, catching himself. The gold bird looks one…Falling, bodies falling. But there was nothing….Nothing but a numbness. This was even far too much for the phoenix to withstand.
Then his mother was moving. Claws did in slightly to hold on. Voice and shouts merge. The scene blurs and he feels himself pulled….the portal…But white eyes look back, ever looking back on the world he barely knew...the one he was meant, as the son of the Valkyrie and Laurelin, to rule, so he was taught. The world of Helovia was dead…as was his youth’s innocence.
Shadows may roam,
Thunder may march,
But peace will soon prevail
OOC :: Freaks at the action and turns into a pheonix, permission from Brit for him to then fly onto Hotaru's back as Thranduil shoves her toward the portal (coming in the next post, also have permission).
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