"I will see."

Months has passed since he had arrived at the meadow, months that he once again spend with the only companion he had had in life. To Brynmor it was his only true friend, the only one who seemed to care enough about him to spend time with him, all though they bickered and fought most of the time. And that had only gotten worse since Missy’s game.

Brynmor knew that it had been his hands that held the knife when the blade had pierced through her skin and of course he blamed himself for it. Both for doing it and for being so weak that his friend had been able to influence him like that, but the graying male couldn’t help but to resent him for the manipulating.

Currently they were once again bickering back and forth and he couldn’t help the anger that rose within him once again. ’Oh shut up Brynnie. I only tried to do what would be the best for us’ was his friends remark. The way his friend spoke always made him feel so so small, like he was belittled all of the time. ”No you shut up!” he snapped back as he stomps his right foreleg on the ground while his tail flicks through the air. ”You made me do it and I cannot forgive you for that” he continued after a short pause. Brynmor didn’t notice the approach of the two toned mare, too engrossed in their current discussion to pay attention to the world around him.

Well, that was until her thoughtful whicker reached his ears before she greeted him. The young male stumbles a little as his head jerks up and his ears move around. Just as Brynmor is about to ask when she continues. ”If you say so..” he replies to her, still a little weary and held back. He breaths deeply to take in her scent, one he doesn’t recognize, but it at least meant that she wasn’t send to check on his progress. Eventually he turns towards her, or better said, he turns into the direction he thinks that Djinni stands, as his white orbs are not able to take in his environment. ”I’m Brynmor.”

And it was then that his friend decided to speak up again, obviously waiting for Brynmor to lower his guard to snarl his hurtful words at the blind man. ’I’m not the one who killed her, you did.’

"Through your secret."

"I will see."

All he can do is believing her on her words. He didn’t know what a beautiful day was or what she exactly meant with it, because of the simple question ‘what is beautiful?’. Sure he could feel the sun on his back or the rain soaking his coat. Snow was something Brynmor was familiar with too, but he simply didn’t know what she meant with beautiful. ”I will have to believe your words for that” he replies, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Yet he did manage to offer her a small smile, after all, it wasn’t her fault that he wasn’t able to see.

’I’m not the one who killed her, you did.’

Brynmor sucked in an icy breath, his body totally frozen except for the trembling of his body. Anger, hate, guilt. It all flashed through him and the different emotions were shown upon his features. His heart throbbed painfully, knowing all too well that it had been his human hands that had held the knife.

The gray male presses his ears flat against his skull, lips parting to show bared teeth as his head swings from the left to the right. Brynmor snaps his teeth in the air, not sure in which way he has to direct his attack towards his imaginary friend. ”You shouldn’t have said that” he hisses, stamping his hoof on the ground. ”We both know well that you you deceived me into doing it!”

Meanwhile Djinni’s words and presence were forgotten. Brynmor was too preoccupied with his dear friend, or not so dear friend, to pay her any attention. ’Oh hush. Stop being such a baby, it’s not like she would’ve survived anyway. She simply was too weak and you know it.’ The build-up anger causes the gray male to tremble, as he cannot release it in a physical way. ”You don’t know how badly I wish to regain my sight again” - to kick your ass - he snaps back, still moving around a little wearily in an attempt to locate his dear, or not so dear friend.

"Through your secret."

"I will see."

”Bastard! Don’t hide you-“ self, but Brynmor finds himself unable to finish the sentence directed towards his friend. He stands there, completely frozen, except for his eyelids that are moving as he blinks. He can see, slowly but surely his sight gets better, and the graying stallion can only be frightened by what’s going on. He starts trembling and his ears are turned backwards as his insecurity rises. Was he turned back into a human again? After all, the only time he had been able to see was during the time of Missy’s games, it would be a logical thing to think. ”No no no, not that again” he whimpers in fear. ”I can’t go through that again..” He steps a little backwards and using his newly gained sight to glance around him.

But there is no-one. None except the mare that he concluded to be Djinni. His knees were still trembling, not fully understanding what was happening and also because his demons that he was reminded of once again. Brynmor’s blue eyes find her and he can only look at her. All the anger, pain and frustration from before is gone, and he is left a little shaken. ”You.. Did you do this?” his voice is a whisper, only just loud enough to reach her. As he looks at her, this time in the right direction, he is startled by the third voice that speaks up. ’Of course this was her doing, who else is here to cast such magic?’

The voice is familiar, belonging to the one he had known all his life, yet this time he realises that there isn’t a third horse with them. It doesn’t stop him from turning and glancing around, his heartbeat rising and panic growing. Than Brynmor suddenly stops, looking at Djinni as his nostrils flare wide and he is somewhat panting. ”All this time, was is just you and me? Or was there another male with me when you approached me?” he asks her, eyes and voice almost pleading for her to tell him that he wasn’t mad. There had to be an explanation for this, a logical one, but deep down in his heart he knew the truth already. Shaytan must have been right.

"Through your secret."