Post by Fortuna on Dec 23, 2006 1:55:57 GMT -5
I am in a field bleached of color. It has no end, and no beginning... stretching on into nothingness. Ashen clouds roil over the horizon, approaching swiftly. They contrast against the day lit fields eerily. Curtains of rain draw closer, as well as the flashes of lightning. The deep voice of the thunder gives warning of the storm’s fury, telling all in its path to flee. A sharp, tangy smell of dampened minerals overpowers all else, making me giddy with a mixture of fear and awe. Winds grow stronger, flattening the grass as the sky grows increasingly dark. Streaks of lightning become more and more frequent, confusing me as the rain suddenly hits, mercilessly driving its cold arrows into my small form. The ground vibrates with the deafening booms of thunder. I am alone.
Fortuna stumbled over a twisted root, jolted out of the dark visions that had consumed her. There was no rest. No respite. When she was not haunted by the red, crimson, scarlet life blood of her dam as it drained away, it was this. The filly had been wandering for days, only half aware of herself. She didn't know where she was, or how she had come to be here. She stumbled again, and toppled down. This time she had no energy to rise... but she didn't need to.
There was a stream right there, trickling by in front of her. It tumbled and poured over the rocks, glittering beautifully. Ribbons of red raced by with it... and then it was entirely crimson, becoming a raging river of blood and doom, reaching over the banks to snatch away the lone and helpless filly. Fortuna blinked. The stream was there, right in front of her, glittering pure crystal as it continued on its way...
Fortuna stumbled over a twisted root, jolted out of the dark visions that had consumed her. There was no rest. No respite. When she was not haunted by the red, crimson, scarlet life blood of her dam as it drained away, it was this. The filly had been wandering for days, only half aware of herself. She didn't know where she was, or how she had come to be here. She stumbled again, and toppled down. This time she had no energy to rise... but she didn't need to.
There was a stream right there, trickling by in front of her. It tumbled and poured over the rocks, glittering beautifully. Ribbons of red raced by with it... and then it was entirely crimson, becoming a raging river of blood and doom, reaching over the banks to snatch away the lone and helpless filly. Fortuna blinked. The stream was there, right in front of her, glittering pure crystal as it continued on its way...
