My heart is a weapon of war; Healers, any

[Davina]

Her mother had promised her months ago that she would be safe, and soon healed. But time has whisked by, the contagion still consumes her young body every day snatching something from her, her strength, her appetite. Sleep had become a stranger to her, her nights were riddled with restless hacking, for her throat had become painfully raw from her persistent coughing fits. Life was a living hell, every day a constant battle, and all she wanted was for it to all stop.

She hardly holds the strength to walk anymore, so she spends most of her days, laying dormant on the obsidian shores of the cove. Her vibrant gaze resting on the shoreline, watching the waves elegantly crashing against the ebony beach. She longs to prance on the shore line, to feel the salty spray of the sea on her skin, but she knows she barely hold her own weight now, as the plague continues to diminish her youthful body. She now resembles the very image of her own vision, a skeleton, her skin wraps around every bone, revealing every angular structure of her skeletal make up to every eye. Her wings are withered, small and underdeveloped due to the lack of nourishment. 

A violent cough erupts from the depths of her chest, her body trembles in a minor retaliation to the exertion, she can barely breathe, she gasps for as much air as her sickly lungs can carry as she expels every breath. She recoils as the coughing ceases, her crown lowers to the ground, as she rolls onto her side, her lungs heaving, her heart thundering in her chest. Exhaustion seeping into every strained muscle in her body, sleep hailing for her only to be interrupted by the repetitive occurrence of another fit that strips her lungs of air once again. Her breath grows ragged, as she gasps for air.

She knows she can't live like this, plagued with exhaustion every living minute of every day. And she knows life isn't normally like this, she's seen the other foals play, have friends, but she on the other hand she can't have herself be near them, she's a flight risk. She'd hate to spread this ailment anymore than she has, and she can't see another soul go through this agony.

"why me?" She expels through shallow breaths, her gaze lingering on the coves navy blue horizon, as the ocean stirred and her opalescent sides heaved. 

my heart is a weapon of war

Davina

Please heal my baby <3