Kings and Vagabonds

He could have stayed there forever, sprawled on the ground like some fallen fruit while the rain tapped against his body with gentle fingers. Time had no meaning to the newborn son of earth, nor did he want for anything. Hunger was a distant thing, thirst of no consequence. Every sound, every scent, every fleeting whisper of light across the eyelids was inconsequential, a mere curiosity within the all encompassing euphoria each new breath unleashed upon his senses. Gone were every trace of the worries that had haunted him before, gone was the memory of all he was, had ever been or might yet become. It was unimportant, of infinitely less interest than the chorus of croaking frogs, of the wind in the trees and the rush of water, that all combined and united into a cacophony of noise so loud that it drowned out the steady rhythm of approaching footsteps.

The stallion did not realize that his solitude had been disturbed until someone stepped on him. Surprised, he grunted and rolled away, eyes snapping open as he heaved up onto his feet and turned a steady, gentle and rather curious golden gaze upon the intruder.

"... pardon" he said, with a half smile.

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This is all I ever Was

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@Dallilja