01-10-2021, 06:04 PM
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
He’d only just been a baby. A little foal the last time Eyas had seen him, though she’d seen through his eyes as they aged a hundred or so times more after that. Beautiful, she’d named him at first because he’d been so handsome and every time she looked into his lovely, warm eyes she saw the gaze of everyone she’d loved and lost before staring right back at her.
Narcisus had been God born and sent, and he (like Carnage) had fooled Eyas utterly and totally in the beginning. For months the little pegasus mare had fed him, bathed him, cared and loved him in the shelter of the forest where most vagabonds wouldn’t venture alone and where most others avoided because it lacked a direct route to any one main land. After the fall of her parents, she’d withdrawn there and cradled his growing form inside of her warm belly like a precious, terrifying secret - too afraid to tell anyone what had happened, though she was absolutely sure Gale knew where she was.
What else could Eyas have done? Brought him home to Islandres? Recognized him as her get, her blood-and-flesh despite the incestuous nature of his creation? At first, she’d considered it highly, but then as the months turned on one another and Narcisus grew she realized that what she’d thought was love had only really been the illusion of it. How could she love the little monster who killed innocent insects under his hooves for the simple joy of hearing their hard shells crackle beneath the weight of his tiny body? How could she love the spitting image of herself, filled with everything she hated about her own existence, out there walking and breathing the air like it was his inborn right. Like he was a gift to the world and not the other way around, as it should be.
So she contemplated killing him and found that she couldn’t do that, either.
Always had Eyas been the weakest triplet, despite what Tiercel and Gale thought.
“I tried.” She muttered to his sleeping form, finally deciding to come to him before he uncovered her at last. Her little grown colt startled awake. “I tried.” Eyas sighed.
He, on the other hand, demanded to know who she was, which Eyas chose not to satisfy for the sake of disliking his tone. He reached out - offensive creature - to try and force the answer, and in retaliation she slapped the physical pull away with her own glancing sword, swift and deadly. That he did not like.
“I am all that you are and more.” Eyas replied bitterly. Narcisus fell silent. She was speaking in riddles, but Eyas longed to avoid the obvious while she could.
Narcisus, however, wasn’t so blind despite the darkness.
Narcisus had been God born and sent, and he (like Carnage) had fooled Eyas utterly and totally in the beginning. For months the little pegasus mare had fed him, bathed him, cared and loved him in the shelter of the forest where most vagabonds wouldn’t venture alone and where most others avoided because it lacked a direct route to any one main land. After the fall of her parents, she’d withdrawn there and cradled his growing form inside of her warm belly like a precious, terrifying secret - too afraid to tell anyone what had happened, though she was absolutely sure Gale knew where she was.
What else could Eyas have done? Brought him home to Islandres? Recognized him as her get, her blood-and-flesh despite the incestuous nature of his creation? At first, she’d considered it highly, but then as the months turned on one another and Narcisus grew she realized that what she’d thought was love had only really been the illusion of it. How could she love the little monster who killed innocent insects under his hooves for the simple joy of hearing their hard shells crackle beneath the weight of his tiny body? How could she love the spitting image of herself, filled with everything she hated about her own existence, out there walking and breathing the air like it was his inborn right. Like he was a gift to the world and not the other way around, as it should be.
So she contemplated killing him and found that she couldn’t do that, either.
Always had Eyas been the weakest triplet, despite what Tiercel and Gale thought.
“I tried.” She muttered to his sleeping form, finally deciding to come to him before he uncovered her at last. Her little grown colt startled awake. “I tried.” Eyas sighed.
He, on the other hand, demanded to know who she was, which Eyas chose not to satisfy for the sake of disliking his tone. He reached out - offensive creature - to try and force the answer, and in retaliation she slapped the physical pull away with her own glancing sword, swift and deadly. That he did not like.
“I am all that you are and more.” Eyas replied bitterly. Narcisus fell silent. She was speaking in riddles, but Eyas longed to avoid the obvious while she could.
Narcisus, however, wasn’t so blind despite the darkness.
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
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