10-28-2025, 12:05 PM
For the entire trip, Beyza doesn’t know why she is pulled here, back to the place she was born. Back to the remnants of when she was someone else. Or when she had convinced herself she was someone else. The truth of her had always been there, warm and lovely deep in her core, waiting patiently for the frost and outrage to thaw on the outside.
When she passes the border to Pangea she senses two things — the first is the realization that she had come here to find a trace of her twin. Caledonia, the sun to her moon. The sister who was truly warm all along, and who Beyza had wasted time feeling like a shadow of. The ache for that missing piece had been so easy to keep locked tight within her amongst all the other things she so expertly represses. Now, in the place where they had once roamed and played and been frightened, that box opens up and fills her with longing.
The second thing she notices is that Jamie is here. The inky traces of his death magic float like rot around her.
Beyza will hide herself away, she will lock herself up tight just like her emotions somewhere to keep her children as safe as she can, but today she will not run from this. In a flash, she materializes just outside of a cave she recognizes from their youth. Where the strange sickly boy had once enchanted her and she had seen so much potential.
The unnatural glow of her coat burns hot as white fire, refusing to let the shadows and the past squash it as she enters the cave.
And there he is.
Not the stallion he had become, but the young colt. One of her first friends. She cannot imagine he would be doing this on purpose, returning himself to this weaker state, so perhaps this is only a trick Pangea is playing on her. A ghost of the past and not the reaper himself.
So she says the name she has not spoken for years, quiet and dull like the rocky walls around them. “Jamie.”
When she passes the border to Pangea she senses two things — the first is the realization that she had come here to find a trace of her twin. Caledonia, the sun to her moon. The sister who was truly warm all along, and who Beyza had wasted time feeling like a shadow of. The ache for that missing piece had been so easy to keep locked tight within her amongst all the other things she so expertly represses. Now, in the place where they had once roamed and played and been frightened, that box opens up and fills her with longing.
The second thing she notices is that Jamie is here. The inky traces of his death magic float like rot around her.
Beyza will hide herself away, she will lock herself up tight just like her emotions somewhere to keep her children as safe as she can, but today she will not run from this. In a flash, she materializes just outside of a cave she recognizes from their youth. Where the strange sickly boy had once enchanted her and she had seen so much potential.
The unnatural glow of her coat burns hot as white fire, refusing to let the shadows and the past squash it as she enters the cave.
And there he is.
Not the stallion he had become, but the young colt. One of her first friends. She cannot imagine he would be doing this on purpose, returning himself to this weaker state, so perhaps this is only a trick Pangea is playing on her. A ghost of the past and not the reaper himself.
So she says the name she has not spoken for years, quiet and dull like the rocky walls around them. “Jamie.”
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