10-31-2020, 12:43 AM
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There was something eerie in the air this night, something calling to me like a whisper in the winds, beckoning me into a land unknown. Yanhua was asleep, and I rose quietly so as not to disturb him, and sought out the chilled night air. A shiver ran through me, though it could have been the feeling left by the eeriness surrounding me and not the cold autumn air that would quickly turn to winter air very soon.
<br>I step quietly through the underbrush. I had followed this path enough times now to know it like the back of my hoof. I tread easily along the path, avoiding the snarled roots that rise up in my way, my delicate movements mere millimeters from them, though expertly navigating them. My ears twitch, taking in all of the forest sounds around me. My eyes are wide and searching, letting in all the light that the full moon above provides.
<br>I follow the haunting whisper. It leads me away from the familiar path, and out of Taiga, to completely foreign lands. I glance at the moon, hoping it will help guide me home again, though secretly worried that I will not be able to find my way home again. I take in a deep breath, trying to remember the scents of everything as it changed, from woodland to fields and meadows, and then finally to a door that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere all at the same time.
<br>In that door stood a figure, indiscernible, but eerily presiding over those that had ventured this far. It waited. It could have been an eternity or mere minutes, but the silence was deafening. It hurt my heart to hear. And then it spoke, three words that felt like death in my soul. Three haunting words, “trick or treat?” it asked.
<br>I cringe at it, not knowing how I should feel, but one thing was for certain, I felt that I must answer this…thing. So I stand on trembling hooves, looking up at him with what little courage I could muster, and I said: <span style="color:#D8C3C7;">“treat?”</span> I was hoping to sound brave, but what came out was a meek squeak.
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<br>I step quietly through the underbrush. I had followed this path enough times now to know it like the back of my hoof. I tread easily along the path, avoiding the snarled roots that rise up in my way, my delicate movements mere millimeters from them, though expertly navigating them. My ears twitch, taking in all of the forest sounds around me. My eyes are wide and searching, letting in all the light that the full moon above provides.
<br>I follow the haunting whisper. It leads me away from the familiar path, and out of Taiga, to completely foreign lands. I glance at the moon, hoping it will help guide me home again, though secretly worried that I will not be able to find my way home again. I take in a deep breath, trying to remember the scents of everything as it changed, from woodland to fields and meadows, and then finally to a door that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere all at the same time.
<br>In that door stood a figure, indiscernible, but eerily presiding over those that had ventured this far. It waited. It could have been an eternity or mere minutes, but the silence was deafening. It hurt my heart to hear. And then it spoke, three words that felt like death in my soul. Three haunting words, “trick or treat?” it asked.
<br>I cringe at it, not knowing how I should feel, but one thing was for certain, I felt that I must answer this…thing. So I stand on trembling hooves, looking up at him with what little courage I could muster, and I said: <span style="color:#D8C3C7;">“treat?”</span> I was hoping to sound brave, but what came out was a meek squeak.
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