10-29-2015, 01:46 PM
She feels it in the air, in the ground, in the water. He's gone. Not just missing, but gone. The death of her love and her king reverberates through her bones as racking sobs shake her frame. She is nothing but skin and bones. The immortality that the kingdom gave her the only thing that's keeping her alive. She never thought she could fall so far. The loss of her son and death of her king too much for her heart to take, and in a way it's all her fault.
If she had been a better queen, lover, mother, none of this would have happened she was sure of it. So she sleeps. Hidden away in a cave near the top of the Falls where the rush of water is loud and nobody can find her. Her grief the only thing to keep her company. In her solitude she grows feverish and ill, seeing all the faces of those she loved and lost. Of the kingdom mates that had come and gone over the years, and the naive joy that she once had. In her self imposed exile she longs to be that girl again.
When her fever breaks, she contemplates ending what little life she has left but in the end she proves too much of a coward. Convincing herself that there are reasons to keep going however minor they might be.
She hears Texas over the roar of the waterfall. His voice drags up her old self loathing and stumbling to shaky skeletal legs, she leaves the comfort of her cave. Thee is snow on the ground and the wind pierces right through her thin coat, but still she presses on. She owes Texas that much. He has been steadfast in his loyalty to the Falls. In his own way of course, but she couldn't fault him for it. She had done the same thing.
The climb down the falls proves to be a struggle for the emaciated mare. The ground, already treacherous, is slippery with ice and mist from the waterfall. She stumbles to her knees more than once, but is determined to reach the bottom. When she finally does it is with a sigh of relief that she catches her breathe and regains her bearings. It takes her longer than it should have to reach the bay. The little snow on the ground proving to be more of a deterrent than she expected. The silver mare is out of breath when she finally reaches Texas though the distance isn't that great. She is shivering in the cold and sore all over, but still she manages a shaky smile that reflects on the beauty she used to possess.
"Hello Texas. How have you been?"
If she had been a better queen, lover, mother, none of this would have happened she was sure of it. So she sleeps. Hidden away in a cave near the top of the Falls where the rush of water is loud and nobody can find her. Her grief the only thing to keep her company. In her solitude she grows feverish and ill, seeing all the faces of those she loved and lost. Of the kingdom mates that had come and gone over the years, and the naive joy that she once had. In her self imposed exile she longs to be that girl again.
When her fever breaks, she contemplates ending what little life she has left but in the end she proves too much of a coward. Convincing herself that there are reasons to keep going however minor they might be.
She hears Texas over the roar of the waterfall. His voice drags up her old self loathing and stumbling to shaky skeletal legs, she leaves the comfort of her cave. Thee is snow on the ground and the wind pierces right through her thin coat, but still she presses on. She owes Texas that much. He has been steadfast in his loyalty to the Falls. In his own way of course, but she couldn't fault him for it. She had done the same thing.
The climb down the falls proves to be a struggle for the emaciated mare. The ground, already treacherous, is slippery with ice and mist from the waterfall. She stumbles to her knees more than once, but is determined to reach the bottom. When she finally does it is with a sigh of relief that she catches her breathe and regains her bearings. It takes her longer than it should have to reach the bay. The little snow on the ground proving to be more of a deterrent than she expected. The silver mare is out of breath when she finally reaches Texas though the distance isn't that great. She is shivering in the cold and sore all over, but still she manages a shaky smile that reflects on the beauty she used to possess.
"Hello Texas. How have you been?"