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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 3:39 pm
Lament could feel the red tears spilling from her eyes, flooding down her cheeks and softly watering the ground with her blood. The angry torrents felt like the pitter-patter of death. She had nearly died, or had died.
Haides had saved her and left her. Memories swam up, threatening to take her under but never completely doing so. She might not ever know what was happening--she may never find out. Only haunting words eluding to a time that she could not recollect.
Are you? Are you coming to the tree?
"It wasn't you," she could feel the heartbreak in her words. It was like losing something you thought was certain. "Then who? And why...why did you leave me to die?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:44 pm
Háidēs could not meet the eyes of the mare, he was ashamed that he had left her for dead, “I have no excuse to why I left you the way I did. Even if I told you the reason you would believe it silly and a pathetic excuse, for that is what it was. I should have never left, I was weak and I let you suffer because of that. I am deeply sorry.” He finally looked at the mare, trying to remember that day but failing. He let out a sigh as he looked at his wide eye son, shame filling the god’s body. He had continuously told his two sons that they should never leave the patients side until they are dead or well enough to leave on their own. Háidēs just showed his son the monster who other’s believed him to be in the past, the vicious monster who did not care for others and was an outcast. How wrong they were. Háidēs had wanted to stay by the mare’s side as she died, but off in the distance he heard the cries of an injured foal. It was with a heavy heart that he gave one last look at the mare who was barely grasping onto life, before the healer raced off to find the foal.
Westrion stared at his father, hoping it was not true. What could have been the reason for leaving the mare? Was someone in danger? Was that why he left her? He could not be as cold as the other’s said he was. No. The blacked winged foal shook his head, his father was not a monster, he was more caring than most soquili. His father stayed with those who died and tried to ease their pain. He gave them a lovely image to cling onto when they passed into the Underworld. No, his father was not a monster.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 11:32 pm
Had that not always been her lot? Had she not always suffered alone? For what had it been--days? Years? She had wandered these lands her mind vacant of memories, clinging to each little bright flash of it as to life. And now what she remembered was only pain.
Pain of being left. The pain of dying. The pain that someone else was there...She had been meeting someone. She closed her eyes, feeling some of the hatred seep into her heart. She could not believe that the one she had thought of as friend had left her to die.
"I trusted you," her words were bitter, biting as acid. "All these years I have searched for you, thinking that you alone had my interests at heart. I thought you had cared enough to save me. Why did you not just let me hang? At least the pain would be gone!" Her eyes flashed, and the tree swayed on her back.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 11:47 pm
He winced at her words, he deserved what she threw at him, and he had left her to die and to suffer alone. “I... I am sorry then, I am sorry that I tried my best to save you and that it succeeded. You were unconscious and barely breathing, whispering words that did not make any sense. You seemed as if you were about to welcome death into your heart. So when I heard the cry of a foal I knew I had to make a difficult choice. Since you had seemed to resign yourself to your fate, I went in search of the injured foal, hoping that I could at least save one that day.” Háidēs looked to his son who looked like he was itching to yell something out at the mare, the father tried to silence his son with a look, but Westrion was clearly ignoring him, his sole attention on the mare.
“You can’t mean that! Life is a precious thing and should not be taken lightly! Yes you have been through a terrible ordeal and have suffered greatly, but you are alive. Why would you wish otherwise? Over time the pain will dull and in its place you could find happiness again,” Westrion was becoming upset, he was no stranger to death, but he did not like those who wished for death or longed for it before it was their time.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 12:04 am
Her eyes flashed, "Foolish child. I am no stranger to death. I do not fear it, I have seen it and survived. All I love has gone. I shall never be happy again, and yet you scold me that this is my lot and I should bear it? What do you know of pain ? foal? Have you felt the pain of surviving? Of being left behind with tattered sheds of your reason and memories?"
She glanced back at Haides, "It was a mistake to come here. You cannot tell me anything that I did not know. Coming her only lost me the one friend I had. I am glad that you learned from your mistake, but it brings me no comfort. You are not who I thought you were."
She turned on her heel, tree swaying and left.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:55 pm
Háidēs watched the mare leave, not calling out for her to stop, for she had made up her mind and nothing would change what she thought. He had left her to die to save a young life, and she had believed he was a friend. The god had hoped he could be forgiven for his past mistake, and only time could tell if it would be true. Háidēs turned to his son who was still fuming over what the mare had said to him, “Westrion. Do not be angry at the mare, I know that you understand death better than most your age, but hers was a special case and she is still broken from that experience. To help her one would need to have patience and a kind heart, I hope she is able to find someone who will help her through his ordeal.” The black winged stallion turned in the opposite direction of the mare and started to head home, “Come on son, your mother is waiting.”
Anger filled the tiny foal, how dare she say that he did not understand! He did not understand only because she did not care to explain or to listen to reason; Westrion looked to his father. How could he not be angry at the mare? She had said such vile things? The tiny foal sighed; the mare was right, he was only just a foal and still had a lot to learn about death and life. Perhaps one day he will be able to tell her thanks, for helping him see though his blindness. “Yes, father.” With those last words, father and son headed home.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:57 pm
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