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I'm no hero and I'm not made of stone

Someone shouted as she hurled down through the air towards Kaos, a voice that she knew she recognized but couldn't quite place. A blur of color, earth and gold and a multitude of pinks, and a pair of fillies tried to block the path to the heretic god, the necromancer, the defiler, and Erthë recognized Otem alongside an unfamiliar filly. But it was too late to stop, and she wasn't sure that she would even if she could have. Hatred and anger burned too hot within her, grief blooming into outrage that anyone would even think to side with the Deceiver; thick, choking, nauseating disbelief, the stubborn refusal to admit what her eyes were seeing.

The magic struck her like a bolt of lightning from clear skies, without warning. Crackling wings of electricity enveloped her as the little mare crashed into the magical bird the pink girl had summoned, and she screamed when the currents drew black patterns of singed flesh and burning hair across her body. Even as Erthë felt the muscles of her body spasm and threaten to give in, something else was hurled at her, a darkness so complete that she could perceive it only by the absence of light in its path.

It struck, and darkness engulfed her.

Like a ragdoll the slender mare was thrown to the earth and landed with a sickening crunch as the bones of the right wing was crushed beneath her. The limp figure skidded down towards the water, rocked precariously close to the brink and came to a stop inches away from the surface and lay motionless on the ground, smoke rising slowly from the blackened welts that streaked across the white skin.

All around her chaos reigned, but around the slumped young mare a strange stillness had settled.

Right or wrong, I can hardly tell
I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell

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@Otem @Castiella