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”Don’t wait for me.”
He had told her to not wait for him. It were the last words the human – she just knows the two legged things are called humans, but how the knowledge had come to her, she doesn’t – version of Kharon had whispered to her. If anything, seeing her brother, or an image of him, had only made her grief more. Kylin now knows that he isn’t coming back to her.
Ever since, she has been a wreck. Endless streams of tears plagued her, never allowing her to momentarily forget him. It almost was as if she had been cursed by one or another, and thus Kharon haunts her thoughts day and night. He is the only thing on her mind, even pushing thoughts of basic needs out of her thoughts. Her coat is dull, dirty too, and her mane and tail all tangled and knotted up. Most prominent of all is the loss of weight, with her ribs now slightly showing. And it wasn’t due to lack of food; Ischia offered plenty.
Her dull gaze stares ahead into the nothingness of the sea. Somewhere after she’d magically been spit back into Beqanna she had wandered across the sea to one of the smaller isles, in search of some privacy. One might say it is a good thing she ended up back in Ischia, but in reality, it wouldn’t have mattered to Kylin. Kharon isn’t here, and right now her twin brother is the only thing that matters. She doesn’t notice the soft breeze, or the salty scent it carries with it. In front of her the waves roll onto the beach, but the spot she’d settled was sun warmed and was safe from the water except for the stormiest high tides. It’s a comfortable spot to lie down and sunbathe, but Kylin doesn’t have attention for it.
”I’m not coming back.”
She would swear that she heard him say it, and that it is not her mind playing a cruel game with her. Kylin does not attempt to fight her tears, and sobs get pulled from her lips. It doesn’t matter that her throat is sore and her eyes irritated and dry, the lavender and white girl simply cannot stop the endless crying. The tears simply keep welling up in her eyes, and it isn’t the first time that his name spills from her lips between the hiccups.
Over and over Kylin repeats his name, and the soft whisper becomes a chanting in its own way. With her hazel eyes clouded by tears she first doesn’t notice the mysterious mist. It shouldn’t be here, the wind should’ve blown it away, and yet, it is. And in the very center a silhouette.
The Goddess is beautiful in her plain way. Pale coat and golden blonde mane and tail, a clear contrast with the dark of her eyes. Slowly she treats forward and at her side appears a child. She is Epona, the Goddess of fertility, the Goddess of horses. And she has heard and acknowledged Kylin’s heartbreak.
For a moment their gazes simply link, the sight offers Kylin the distraction she so desperately needs. Then slowly the Goddess’ lips curl up, though the happiness doesn’t chase away the sad look in her eyes. ”Here, child, come and say your goodbyes.” That’s all explanation she offers Kylin, before she steps back in the mist to overlook the short reunion between siblings. Once so close, and now they couldn’t have been further apart.
Out of the corner of her hazel eyes she notices movement. Mist partially clouds her view, but nevertheless she witnesses how slowly but surely another form materializes. Even before the mist is blown away by the breeze, she recognizes him. ”Kharon.” His name comes from her lip as a whisper, the muscles of her throat tightening as more tears and sobs break free. ”Kharon!”
Kylin doesn’t know how fast to move, no moment of hesitation on her mind. First here forelegs push her half way up from the ground, then her hind rises too. Her lips curl up and her eyes sparkle with both tears and happiness. Kharon is back! Or isn’t he? ”Kharon?!” she exclaims again, just as loud as the previous time, but with clear confusion in her voice now. She’s questioning him, questioning the lack of response, and once again she doesn’t get one. Like she’s invisible to him.
”Kharon, please” she whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks as she takes a couple of steps towards where he stands on the beach. The breeze makes his lavender mane and tail gently sway, and his sides move with each breath. Then, finally, Kharon moves his head and looks in her way. ”Oh please, please take me with you. Kharon, don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone.” Right then and there Kylin knows she means it. Life has brought her nothing but grief, everything and everybody had left her behind. Both their parents, their sister, even uncle Reilly and Badden. Kharon had been one of the first to disappear, but now her only friend had also left her. It wouldn’t be hard for her to give it up, in favour of being with him.
But, again, Kharon doesn’t response. He is looking at her, and yet, at the same time, it is as if he stares right through her. Couldn’t he see her? Though she saw nothing that indicated him being blind. In fact, Kharon had never looked better. Looked so much better than her, and the realisation hits Kylin hard in the face; she’s unworthy of him. ”Kharon please, please, I won’t be a bother, I’ll just quietly-“
It is almost if her voice echoes between them, but in fact it just dies in the silence. Together with her words, Kharon crumbles to dust. ”No, no, no! Don’t leave me!” she cries loudly, her voice shrill and hoarse. He doesn’t listen, had he heard a word of what she’d said? Even if he had, it doesn’t stop him from disappearing. To the right, Epona – and her child – crumble to dust too, leaving Kylin behind in a state of mind that was even worse than before they had come to visit her.
”Your place is not with him, child. Say your goodbyes, your life is still ahead of you.”
Heartbroken she does, her voice but a whisper from her lips. ”Goodbye, Kharon.” I love you.
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”Don’t wait for me.”
He had told her to not wait for him. It were the last words the human – she just knows the two legged things are called humans, but how the knowledge had come to her, she doesn’t – version of Kharon had whispered to her. If anything, seeing her brother, or an image of him, had only made her grief more. Kylin now knows that he isn’t coming back to her.
Ever since, she has been a wreck. Endless streams of tears plagued her, never allowing her to momentarily forget him. It almost was as if she had been cursed by one or another, and thus Kharon haunts her thoughts day and night. He is the only thing on her mind, even pushing thoughts of basic needs out of her thoughts. Her coat is dull, dirty too, and her mane and tail all tangled and knotted up. Most prominent of all is the loss of weight, with her ribs now slightly showing. And it wasn’t due to lack of food; Ischia offered plenty.
Her dull gaze stares ahead into the nothingness of the sea. Somewhere after she’d magically been spit back into Beqanna she had wandered across the sea to one of the smaller isles, in search of some privacy. One might say it is a good thing she ended up back in Ischia, but in reality, it wouldn’t have mattered to Kylin. Kharon isn’t here, and right now her twin brother is the only thing that matters. She doesn’t notice the soft breeze, or the salty scent it carries with it. In front of her the waves roll onto the beach, but the spot she’d settled was sun warmed and was safe from the water except for the stormiest high tides. It’s a comfortable spot to lie down and sunbathe, but Kylin doesn’t have attention for it.
”I’m not coming back.”
She would swear that she heard him say it, and that it is not her mind playing a cruel game with her. Kylin does not attempt to fight her tears, and sobs get pulled from her lips. It doesn’t matter that her throat is sore and her eyes irritated and dry, the lavender and white girl simply cannot stop the endless crying. The tears simply keep welling up in her eyes, and it isn’t the first time that his name spills from her lips between the hiccups.
Over and over Kylin repeats his name, and the soft whisper becomes a chanting in its own way. With her hazel eyes clouded by tears she first doesn’t notice the mysterious mist. It shouldn’t be here, the wind should’ve blown it away, and yet, it is. And in the very center a silhouette.
The Goddess is beautiful in her plain way. Pale coat and golden blonde mane and tail, a clear contrast with the dark of her eyes. Slowly she treats forward and at her side appears a child. She is Epona, the Goddess of fertility, the Goddess of horses. And she has heard and acknowledged Kylin’s heartbreak.
For a moment their gazes simply link, the sight offers Kylin the distraction she so desperately needs. Then slowly the Goddess’ lips curl up, though the happiness doesn’t chase away the sad look in her eyes. ”Here, child, come and say your goodbyes.” That’s all explanation she offers Kylin, before she steps back in the mist to overlook the short reunion between siblings. Once so close, and now they couldn’t have been further apart.
Out of the corner of her hazel eyes she notices movement. Mist partially clouds her view, but nevertheless she witnesses how slowly but surely another form materializes. Even before the mist is blown away by the breeze, she recognizes him. ”Kharon.” His name comes from her lip as a whisper, the muscles of her throat tightening as more tears and sobs break free. ”Kharon!”
Kylin doesn’t know how fast to move, no moment of hesitation on her mind. First here forelegs push her half way up from the ground, then her hind rises too. Her lips curl up and her eyes sparkle with both tears and happiness. Kharon is back! Or isn’t he? ”Kharon?!” she exclaims again, just as loud as the previous time, but with clear confusion in her voice now. She’s questioning him, questioning the lack of response, and once again she doesn’t get one. Like she’s invisible to him.
”Kharon, please” she whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks as she takes a couple of steps towards where he stands on the beach. The breeze makes his lavender mane and tail gently sway, and his sides move with each breath. Then, finally, Kharon moves his head and looks in her way. ”Oh please, please take me with you. Kharon, don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone.” Right then and there Kylin knows she means it. Life has brought her nothing but grief, everything and everybody had left her behind. Both their parents, their sister, even uncle Reilly and Badden. Kharon had been one of the first to disappear, but now her only friend had also left her. It wouldn’t be hard for her to give it up, in favour of being with him.
But, again, Kharon doesn’t response. He is looking at her, and yet, at the same time, it is as if he stares right through her. Couldn’t he see her? Though she saw nothing that indicated him being blind. In fact, Kharon had never looked better. Looked so much better than her, and the realisation hits Kylin hard in the face; she’s unworthy of him. ”Kharon please, please, I won’t be a bother, I’ll just quietly-“
It is almost if her voice echoes between them, but in fact it just dies in the silence. Together with her words, Kharon crumbles to dust. ”No, no, no! Don’t leave me!” she cries loudly, her voice shrill and hoarse. He doesn’t listen, had he heard a word of what she’d said? Even if he had, it doesn’t stop him from disappearing. To the right, Epona – and her child – crumble to dust too, leaving Kylin behind in a state of mind that was even worse than before they had come to visit her.
”Your place is not with him, child. Say your goodbyes, your life is still ahead of you.”
Heartbroken she does, her voice but a whisper from her lips. ”Goodbye, Kharon.” I love you.
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