Rainforest Cliffs
This has been exhausting. Yet, the starlit mare found the upheaval never ending. Dark circles had formed beneath her eyes, and she had been struggling to sleep. It was terrible to not feel safe, to worry about sleeping, to rest and become easy prey. She missed her home, she missed her family, she missed her northern mountains and the rolling plains.
Somehow, she had known more was coming. She had seen horses dragged through the forests by an unseen force, and her heart fluttered and raced and she grew overwhelmingly nauseous at the fact that they may be heading towards another massacre, but she would not miss it. She would not risk running and hiding while there was a chance her daughter and Mesec were being ushered towards slaughter.
She follows diligently, her lantern helping to light the way through the darkened forest, and she travelled far to reach the gathering. Like a mass pilgrimage, more and more joined beside her as they came to see why they had been called, to see if she would be lucky enough to be spared a second time.
When she finally arrives to the site, Kaos appears, and she bristles as he takes form. He speaks with chiding tones, sarcasm, apathetic to the struggle they had been enduring. Voices and murmers fill the air at the end of his questions, and she finds herself remaining silent. But when he speaks of dead gods, she feels a pang of guilt, of regret. Is that what this was about? Had they done this to themselves? What other options had they had? Those gods had arrived and reeked havoc. They had simply been protecting their home.
Right?
Her mouth turns down at the corners, and still she continues to listen. He begins to hand out orders to the loyal natives, yet from the sounds of it, not all of them are happy to oblige. But she knows that she needs to learn of this land. You can’t fight what you don’t know. She will always be a warrior, but she will not run headlong into a battle that she is not ready to fight. And how were the Helovians responsible for saving this land? That was a curious statement. Perhaps they had more pull and leverage here than they had thought.
How rare and beautiful it is that we even exist
