the cat and the fiddle
She gasps sucking in air as if it would bring her life back. Yet her lungs did not burn, the air flowing through her body did not so much as caress skin. What had happened? Where was she? Hooves touch the sands yet they leave no marks. Its as if the land has forgotten her. Panic rises, heart thudding violently, wait what? She glances at her chest, there was no heart beat there. Just a pain, a remembrance of what was, what would have happened should she have been alive. This made no sense, maybe it was one of her nightmares. She sees no shadow meandering on the sands. Thoughts swim, they tumble over one another.
Looking around the mare notices something near her feet, a horse? What was it doing laying down? At a closer look she sees the familiar scar that Zayn had given her in their last battle. Brows would furrow if they could. But she was here? She was standing, she was breathing.... no, no she wasn't breathing. That Hestia had a shadow, that Hestia had a scar, that Hestia wasn't breathing. That Hestia had no heart beat. Appearently neither did she. She roves over the body until she sees the head. Her body trembles, thoughts blurring her mind. All that blood, there was no way anyone could make that face out, there was nothing left to look at. She was laying in the meadow with her face trampleto extinction. She spins around remembering what had happened.
"Kryten!" She cries out for her son, she can see Demian there "Demian?" She tries desperately to get his attention, "Demian look at me! I'm right here." Her nostrils reach out to touch to touch him. When she doesn't get a response she rears up hooves lashing out to gouge his hide. Maybe then he would notice. Coming down from her lofty position, she finds that her hooves pass through him, as if they did not exist. She was begining to wonder if she did exist.
What had happened? Why was she here? Why could she not get herself to get up, nudging at the body she tries to lay back inside it, "wake up you idiot, you have a family to care for!" Nothing happens, she waits and waits, finally getting up she slams her hooves to the stomach of the other Hestia, once again passing through. Sure letting the energy surge through her felt amazing, to let it out and release it... even better. But the fact that there is no response, that the purpose to her antics follows with no results sends her into a blind rage. She was helpless, the one thing she hated, the one thing that she always dreaded. She was helpless, and now... what was she to do? There is no purpose for her existance, she tried to will herself to leave, to let her mind free itself of thought, void of emotion. But it didn't seem to matter. She blinks, this time, she isn't in the meadow, this time she can see the beach, corpses rotting around her. The putrid scent of flesh, and salt. Carrions ravaging the land, bones glisten white from the sun.
She squints her eyes, the incesent light blinding her, she cries out for Fennick. Maybe just maybe someone would hear her, hopefully she didn't have to end her life as unhappy as she had lived it. She steps back, the water lapping around her legs, though she can not feel it. There is no cold wetness, they do not part and roll by her, no they just pass through as if she didn't exist. One more glance told her that the rose of the amazons was withering away. It would dissapear before her body did. She marches her way back to the place of her death. There is a stallion in the distance that smells of the one on her carcass.
Something whispered to her telling her that this was the one that had killed her. She flashes before him. Standing next to the other purple one. Even as he probably couldn't see her she smiles to Pollock. You know its rude to not introduce yourself. She snidely remarks. There seemed to be a pull towards him. Something WANTED her to be near him. She felt stronger. Her face not quite as disturbingly mangled. Still even as half of it was missing her one eye glimmered with the curiousity of his reaction to her pressence.
Hestia