Exhaustion. Pain. Blood. Wet. She felt exhausted, pained, bloodied, damp. She felt everything, and thought little as she rose from the sea, from the black hole. Emotions whirled through her head without purpose. She tried to snatch them, to ground them into thoughts, but they stayed just out of reach. She cried. She walked. She saw. Gail, Gail The name appeared to her, and as the letters faded away a mare appeared. Along side Nymeria were the other followers, the other adventurers. She felt inadequate. She was inadequate. Her steps took much longer to find the beach with her wounded leg scrapping the ground and carrying little weight. Eventually she approached the mare, the prized possession.
Still there were no thoughts, no voices. Nymeria simply felt. The world was folding before them. Edges of the universe were slowly being eaten away, digested into nothing as if the world had never been. It felt dark and heavy. It felt like boulders were forming within her chest weighing down every bit of her. Nymeria was mesmerized by the death of life. A part of her wanted to stay, to dissolve along with it all. The plain mare stood along side Gail, not in support but in equal question of purpose.
”Beautiful.” She whispered. Her words flowing through the air, fizzling out like flames without oxygen. The ground shook. The langoliers devoured. Their shapeless forms with chainsaw teeth wreaked destruction before them. Nymeria should have been afraid. Like before she had hints of coward woven within her being, but none of that took hold.
The ground shook. She remembered. Kreios, her stallion, Beqanna, her home, they called for her like an echo from beneath the hold of the boulders. They anguished for her. It wasn’t her time. Nymeria broke eye contact with the langoliers, the destroyers, and urgency bled into her. The small filly spoke. She spoke a lot and Nymeria listened.
”Carnage.” She spoke his name, allowing it to fall to the air. ”Gail…” Her head turned and she spoke to the mare, the confidant beside her. ”You should come with me. Back to Beqanna.” She said simply. ”This is the end, you’ve seen it. You’ve seen it everyday, but don’t you want to know what happens before this? Before it all ends? To know if the world is worthy of this.” This beautiful destruction. ”We have to tell them…about this….tell them all. Only you understand it to the depth of who you are.” For it was gorgeous, and it was worth remembrance, appreciation.
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