The sun drifted lazily in the sky as the mare reached the edge of the forest. She meandered on through the trees, giving little thought to where she was going. Even the poetry that her companion, Alexander, recited to her could not break her thoughts. Could it be? She wondered. Was it truly possible to bring her back? Her head swam with dangerous questions, threatening to drown her if she was not careful. Zarita shook her head, sending her braid flying in the wind, attempting to rid herself of the dark thoughts.
It had been many months now since the girl had died. They had been lonely months, dark, bleak, and painfully long. She had left that painful day, simply walked away and never looked back. Maybe she could learn to live her life again one day, but how could she? Shenowa had been lost to her, her only friend had been taken from her and she hadn't been ready for it. If this black magic could bring her back, then wasn't it truly worth it?
