she died easy of a broken heart disease

Suddenly she was there. Allie. The blue, hoof-sized butterfly that he only saw in his special good moods. Well, butterfly was not really the right word; she looked more like a glittering, glossy, flying and fluttering flower. Tamlin had named her Allie because ever since the first time she materialised in front of him he had felt like she was his only ally. She represented the escape from his broken mind and he thought she helped him separate reality from dream. But she was so fleeting. Always fluttering away from him - leading him on a chase and then vanishing. This was when the headaches usually started and he thought that if he could only keep up with her he would be spared the pain. Tamlin refused to see that Allie was as unreal as the other ghosts that he so often saw during his special moods. This was most likely because she had helped him get over one particularly scary spectre of the past; the great spotted stallion with the frosty horn. Allie had made Tamlin see that the image of his regal father was only just that - an image. He was no longer cowering before it when it appeared. The black stallion trotted after his butterfly through the neon-fringed forest. He was looking shabbier than normal with his mane hanging in matted strands like black ropes and his angular, emaciated body covered in dust and hardened mud - although the dust and mud had started to dissolve from him crashing through rain soaked bushes. His horn, forelock and brow were caked in recently dried blood and gore and his white rump and tail were so dirty they almost looked as black (or dusty gray) as the rest of him. His eyes, so filled with fire when he was a young colt, were now sunken and glazed over as if he did not really see his surroundings. In short, the once beautiful prince had turned into a monster. Tamlin was too high to recognize the voice echoing between the trees and when he suddenly dashed out of a bush near Mauja he did not even break stride. He did not register it, but Mauja looked much like Tamlin himself with sunken sides and a gaunt face. The pristine white color of his father’s coat caught the deadbeat son’s attention, but he did not turn his head. He showed no surprise at seeing him there, not even the slightest twitch of a muscle in his face. He kept going, only throwing a few words at the great stallion: “Good morning daddy! Looking good today, not as blurry on the edges as usual.” Tamlin kept going as an another (he did not even look too see who it might be) arrived at Mauja’s side. In front of him Allie picked up speed, leaving a glittering blue and silver trail behind. The shaggy stallion leapt after her, pushing his numb body into a headlong gallop to not lose sight of his invisible friend. Behind the junkie unknowingly left his father. Mauja was there - in the flesh! And Tamlin thought him only a ghost.

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ooc; It was not awful! ;P
I however am sorry to ruin this beautifully emotional thread with this goofball ^^' Looking forward to a real reunion thread soon <3