Her story is no different than countless others, she is sure. At least in some ways – she’s another forgotten name and face, another who has seen more than her fair share of the shifting landscape of Beqanna. She had thought that the Gates would be eternal, had hoped that she could return to those rolling hills and the trees that held so much history.
She likes to think she felt it in her heart when it all changed. After all, she was recalled from the stars to protect that kingdom and those within it.
She couldn’t have, of course – perhaps that tug on her heart had been nothing more than old age decaying a little more of her away.
Part of her thought she should have returned to the stars once the lands had all changed and yet here she was – earth-bound still. Not immortal, but not quite mortal either. Just a glimmer of a mare who lived and loved in another age, who had died and returned and been a ghost ever since.
This place, at least, is familiar. It may have changed, she doesn’t recall the exact layout of the Meadow, but its purpose appears to be constant. A neutral ground.
It’s anything but neutral to her, of course – she’s known great joy and great sorrow here and the memories war with one another as she moves through the spring-sweet grass. Her deep indigo eyes are bright still and they scan the faces she can see – knowing all she’s likely to see are strangers.
But, even after all these years, Agetta still has hope that she might see a friend. She might even take an enemy at this point, just to cling to something familiar in this new and strange tide that is Beqanna.
Ryatah