[open] i've been running from something, any

[Memorie]

one lives in hope of becoming a memory

I am no stranger to fear (or any other emotion, for that matter). I had spent my life immersed in the depths of others’ emotions, whether they wanted me to be or not. So it’s hard not to notice the panic that rises within the stallion, despite his best efforts to hide it from me, and it colors my own emotions as well. With his panic and fear comes a tinge of fear within myself. Seeing as this was not something of his own doing, I can only assume that this is the work of the monsters. I had heard rumors of them…changing the residents here, but I hadn’t yet seen it myself. Now that I had, I’m not too sure how comfortable I am with the whole situation.

I shift uncomfortably as he admits that he doesn’t know what is happening. Though it is a rather useless task, I cast my eyes into the shadows surrounding us, looking for any signs of these monsters. Of course, I see nothing. This is possibly even more unsettling. Memories from the incident with my sister come flooding through me, and I think I may have accidentally sent him the memory in my momentary lapse of concentration. He would see the unnamed, black shape as it turned its attention from attacking my sister to going after my brother, and my half-hazarded attempt to kill it upon Cheri’s demand. Of course, I hadn’t killed the thing, it had simply slipped into the darkness, as if it had never been there in the first place.

The stallion seems eager to move on from the ordeal, however, so I shove these thoughts from my mind as well and focus on the conversation at hand. Then he asks me something that throws me off a bit. I stand there, blinking and staring at him for just a second, trying to scrounge for a good enough answer, but in the end, there’s nothing that constitutes as a good answer. Even so, I try my best to explain it to him. “Well, the darkness has been here for over a year, and there are no signs that it will let up anytime soon. Life goes on, right?”

Well, maybe life doesn’t go on in all areas. Light is needed to sustain plant life (without mother’s or my abilities to revive them), and plant life is needed to sustain our lives. I can’t help but wonder if there are herds that have experienced a stagnation in life, or even its possible end, due to the lack of sunlight. It also brings a feeling of appreciation for the good fortune we have had in Taiga, that no one has suffered too greatly at the expense of the darkness.

Image by Calcifer

@[rembrandt] figured I’d give you one last chance to mess with Rem’s abilities. XD