We can drive home
with one headlight
I know that where we are is dark and filled with bad things. I know that the Chamber is unsafe. I also know that as along as I’m with Mother, we are safer together than apart. I do not regret being with her even though the bad things that have happened give me nightmares. There is a steel backbone somewhere inside of me and although I am scared and want to go home, I refuse to run away and hide. I have to be strong for my Mother no matter how frightened I am.
The Chamber Queen has approached and she promises to make the bad things stop as long as we behave. I really don’t understand what that means or what martyr means but apparently that is what my mother has done for our burning home. And apparently this is our home now too. My hazel eyes have slowly turned to lavender and they now take in the pine trees and the darkness with nervous apprehension. I look back at the Chamber Queen. She is quite beautiful and I like her crown of feathers. Maybe Momma should have a feather crown too, maybe I’ll make her one when we go back home.
Another mare approaches, this one looks worn and tired. She doesn’t seem as confident as the pale winged man or the Chamber Queen. Instead she looks upset. I see the marking on her backside and press my face into Fiasko’s side once more. Out of everyone, the nice looking mare scares me most of all. Why is she here? Were we going to be cut up too? ”I want to go home..” I murmur in a whisper, ashamed of exposing my fear but unable to not voice what I was thinking.