02-15-2016, 12:31 PM
Saige Ceol
"Her head is a living forest full of song birds..."
You can't run, not from us.
The pain followed in waves as she heard the voices conclude what she had already thought. They were instant, continuous, and butchering her from the inside out. It was them that got her into this mess in the first place, the same thing that had erupted the ground she walked on into thousands of tiny shards. She hadn't been ready for that. Nobody could have been ready for that. Yet she didn't have to be ready to allow it to happen. She couldn't escape them, yet others could. Saige was almost certain that if she could, she would leave her presence as well. She was too much, and the elders had concluded that it would only get worse with time. The hallucinations were beginning to fall to the front more than reality was, the voices were only getting more demanding with time, and the young mare's emotions were being amplified severely. Her belief was as strong as the disease, believing that soon she will be nothing but a walking nightmare.
What do you think, Saige? Is he real?
It took her a moment to understand what the voices were talking about until she glanced around. Her pale eyes sought out the figure of a stallion, a smile on his face not far away from her and instantly her hesitation grew. Was he real? Her own thoughts were conflicted with reality and the hallucinations, making her stand still within the field only to stare at him. He seemed real. In her mind, though, everything seemed real. Her eyes shimmered as she stared at him in what seemed like utter fascination. Even though she was already three years old, she had gained a sense of innocence about the world. Everything through her eyes seemed to appear in the most mystical of ways, a gracefulness about life. Yet now, she wasn't quite sure about the world. The world she had somehow come to love was now filled with hatefulness and bitterness, a side she had never seen. But as she stared at the stallion who approached her, her outlook began to change. Is this a trick by my mind again? The question sat heavily on her ears as she stared at him. Confusion was dancing within the young mare's eyes, yet she wasn't quite sure if she should say anything.
It's always a trick, dearie; a riddle you'll never solve.
Yet then she heard his voice, and a frown coated her own. Get it? Get what?
Did you get it? Did you get us, Saige? Come on, now. Don't be shy.
The voice startled her, her feet slamming into the ground, her head snapping back, her ears falling to her head before she shook it off, her body becoming still as she gazed at the stallion. A stranger. Yet to her, the world was a stranger. Like an old friend never fully known, like a presence that was there, but was never actually there, just like her mind. Her eyes were staring at him in an uneasy gaze, her body constricting, muscles tightening dramatically before releasing. It was this everlasting movement, her body never staying still. She was flighty, that was for certain. Yet even facing a stranger, she couldn't control her urges. You never can. She flinched as if the words had hit her, yet pretended for it to be nothing. She was could at that. Pretending.
"Get what?" Her voice was a whisper, as if they were sharing a secret. A soft-spoken word between them as confusion flooded her. Yet as soon as she had spoken, she realized that he meant her thrashing. The embarrassing thrashing of her attempting to grab the voices from her head, attempting to grab something that no one else could see. Of course that's what he meant, Saige. When will you begin to understand? She shook her head, a flick of her tail coming upon her wounded side. This was a battle, and she was attempting to be a warrior. Yet she always failed. And she always will. "No, I didn't. And I never will." Her voice shared her defeat, a double meaning echoing within her quiet words as she bowed her head silently, her eyes darting to the ground before she realized that she was in the presence of a stranger again.