[private] your ghost haunts me; fyr

[Falter]

these days i'm becoming everything that i hate,
my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost

Shame had never been something she had felt. She never needed to feel it before either. It wasn’t until now she has become shameful for not knowing what to do, not knowing what she has become. The angel had told her she was death. Was that what she has become then? Is this the power that flows through her? The power to control death, the danger that it would bring her. It was so powerful, flowing through her like a hurricane, snarling like a wild animal. Falter held it back, with every strength she had left in her. She didn’t want to let it be released; she didn’t want it to consume her either. She focuses back on the colt, listening as he tells his own story about his ability. Fyr had been born with the ability to always see them—it was natural for him, something he had always known. But then he mentions the mountain. “The mountain,” she whispers softly, realizing what he was saying had been the place her father and her had gone. The mountain had been magical her father said. She had not realized why they had, not until he wanted to talk to the fairies. He wanted to be rid of something—some sort of power, a curse if anything. But what? Falter pulls away from her thoughts and focuses back on Fyr when he asks about losing her father. “I was with my father on the magical mountain,” she says softly, piecing everything back together now. It came back to her with ease this time—unlike it had with the angel she had met in the forest. Maybe she had been afraid to relive what she had witnessed there. “I don’t know how I got here when I was on the mountain,” she continued, “My father was there, and I was too. Then there was this angry voice, a powerful voice. He sounded like he was some monster, some terrible god in a story my father told me once.” She didn’t know how else to describe it, it was terrifying, and she still shutters at the thought of hearing it. “Then there were these ghosts, such terrible things that were screaming and then they took me away, I think. I don’t know. All I remember is darkness and appearing in the forest.” She shakes her head, looking away from the colt and ghostly filly. Within the horizon, she could see the mountain, the magical place she had stood at the edge of to see the entire world of Beqanna. Now she was here, and she felt so small. “That’s why I have been crying. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what happened to my father. I didn’t grow up here…” She trailed off still staring at the magical mountain in the distance.

Falter

@Fyr