We can drive home
with one headlight
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t save my mom or our home. The only thing I could do was go with her to wherever the pale winged man was taking us. The pale man had glowing red eyes and every time he looked at me I thought I would die with fright. The smoke from the burning kingdom still stung my nostrils, made my eyes water. The screaming and the yelling and fighting. It had all been too overwhelming. I cried for most of the journey to this dark place. I cried even more when the pale man started touching Mother. He had even told me to watch, that I might learn something. Instead I closed my eyes and cowered in the shadows, sick to my stomach. Filled with guilt that I couldn’t do anything to help her, help us. But what could I do against the tall pale man with angel wings? Even now I stare at his wings, unable to hide my fascination with them. It’s the only thing that doesn’t frighten me about him. They are so beautiful and look so soft. He can’t be an angel. Everything I’ve ever heard about angels was nice things. Angels weren’t suppose to harm people.
The place we have arrived at is dark and weird. Something is making the dirt beneath my hooves move and it makes me feel so uncomfortable. I press harder against my Mother’s side, fearfully taking in this place. The tears are still fresh on my cheeks as I finally look up to her. I can see the pain in her eyes, I can see she’s scared and this frightens me more than anything. As she pulls me to her, I burrow my face into her chest and cling to her embrace. ”Where are we Mama?”