07-26-2017, 09:29 PM
The wave began to grow.
She breathed in deeper, trying to grasp the smell, but the pungent sulfur and ash masked it. Her heart began to race.
He's leading you to your death...Don't go!!! Run Away!!! Zephyr heard the voice, but did not understand. Why was her brain telling her to do this? Was this her gut finally telling her that her suspicions were true...that no equine could truly be trusted?
She began to back away, the wave growing bigger and stronger. It rose with the currents until finally she could feel it ready to crash. It whispered constantly in her head...Run away!!! The humidity mixed with the heat made her struggle for breath. She shook her head violently, trying to make the wave recede.
"Don't...don't hurt me." Zephyr begged, almost at a whisper.
The wave crashed. "DON'T....DON'T HURT ME!!!"
Her first instinct was flight.
The mare bolted, her legs pulling her in the direction she had come from. The wave was destroying everything in its path - she was drowning, gasping for air. Her gait became so fast she could barely handle it, the wind blowing her cream colored mane behind her furiously. She galloped through the thick grass and underbrush, desperately trying to escape.
She wasn't paying attention. A branch tangled in the brush snagged at her leg, clinging to it for dear life. She felt the trip, but could do nothing to stop it - had she not been running, the snag would've been no problem.
In slow motion, head over heels, she began to fall to the ground. She was going too fast, and she felt her knees double over as her cranium knocked onto the ground...the crack could be heard from a mile away.
In and out of consciousness...she felt herself begin to fall asleep...