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fallen from g r a c e ;; reclaim/open
Topic Started: Feb 16 2015, 06:02 PM (104 Views)
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I think everybody's nuts.
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Let me out of this dream . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I heave a sigh, the warmth of my breath leaving in a white plume that is quickly caught
in a wintry breeze and carried away. Frosty blankets of snow patch the beach haphazardly,
glistening beneath the shimmering light of the moons, their dazzling fingers finding the
glitters of snow and the pearly sands that peek out from underneath. Nonus and Omicron
are bright this night—casting this beautiful land in a starry haze. Their radiant twin figures
are mirrored in the ocean, the blue surface bright and glassy despite the rhythmic waves
that lick the shores and occasionally the tips of my fetlocks.

I stand alone, here at the ashen beach, gazing out along the starry horizon with a mixture of
worry and relief dominating my features. My thoughts wander chaotically, stretching without
bounds and seeming to reach into the clear night sky. It seems endless, as I gaze upward for
a moment, and not for the first time, I am reminded just how small I am in this world. Each
of us are just little lights, just a very minor part of this greater plan of life.

Some try to convince themselves otherwise, claiming glory and riches that would rise them
above anyone else, but it is all an illusion. We are all small, insignificant even. How strange,
then, that some individuals can grow to be such a big part of each of our small lives. Perhaps
—just maybe—that is truly the glorious of riches.

Well, look at me being all philosophical now.

I shake my head, chuckling without humor to myself, my brown eyes trailing slowly from
the sky’s stars and back to the ocean, resting forlornly on their twinkling mirrors there.
Only hours have passed since I returned to the Towers, the land as pure and beautiful as
before—as if it had been untouched by the Scourge’s terrible wrath. I purse my lips and
flick my tail in agitation. I had only been able to find Muse after that awful calamity; she
had returned with me, and while I had since scoured the territory’s borders, I still found
no sign of Vexare, Ravenelle, or Dittany and her daughter. Are their little lights still
burning?

What has become of them?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
‘I can't turn this around, I keep running into walls that I can't break down —
LET ME OUT OF THIS DREAM.’

zebroid hybrid stallion | rowan x siason | nine years old | seal bay w/striped legs & brown eyes | neutral | 16hh


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