what are we holding onto

[Mazikeen]

She does not know how long it’s been. There is grass beneath her head and the sound of water nearby but the pain that blooms all across her body with such intensity dulls any other sensation. There are no eyes to open, no heart to beat. But she’s alive. A ragged gasp is the first sign of life continuing in Mazikeen where she lies, discarded near the lake. The large moon overhead shining on her torn and blood-soaked body - there is little of her white coat to be seen. A shuddering sob escapes her next, horror seeping in with the pain. She doesn’t understand why she can’t see anything but she tries to move anyway. Mazikeen cannot piece together her memories, there are only fragments. Malik had been there - and she remembers Gale screaming. There is a deep ache in her chest where her hammering heart would be but these two thoughts encourage the broken mare to stir. To try to rise and find them, to make sure they’re okay. She manages to move one of her legs an inch across the grass, manages to lift her burning head just off the ground, before she falls still again. There’s nothing left in her body to move, nothing to pump the blood needed. Some twisted magic keeps her alive but it cannot stitch her body back together, cannot repair her the way Gale had been able to heal his own body. Had she been trying to kill him, is that why he was screaming? Or… no, there was someone else she was fighting. It wasn’t Gale. That thought is clearer than the rest, so she thinks it must be true. Mazikeen fades in and out of consciousness but she cannot tell the difference between each state. Sounds ring in her ears, some that make no sense at all, and she tries desperately to drag herself out of the dark pit her mind is slipping into but there is only so much for her to hold onto. m a z i k e e n .

 

@[Sabal]

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