Gale
started under neon lights, then it all got dark
i only know how to go too far
It has been six years since the dark thing first came to live within Gale. The navy stallion remembers only the first few months with total clarity. The rest is littered with progressively more holes, and he can recall nothing at all of the last few years. He has no memory of gaining the lightning that flickers along his sides or the shadows that dart and fade like smoke as the lightning pierces them.
Beyza is right to wonder about black violence within him, but that is not the source of the lightning. What hides within him remains inexplicably still, and Gale is doing his very best to pretend it is not there at all. He wants this moment of freedom, however short it might be. Just for a while he can pretend that there is no Curse - that he is normal.
He does not even allow himself to wonder why the Curse lets him free, and so it does not occur to him that it is too weak to hold him. It will be strong enough soon, the Curse knows, and it will take him again. It needs only a bit more darkness, a bit more strength.
He looks over at Beyza when she repeats his name, and her smile has been replaced by a stone-like stillness.
Lightning flickers overhead and down her spine, but Gale does not allow his blue eyes to follow its path. The electricity in the air is nearly palpable, the tension of what he knows to be recognition on her face adds to the pressure of the coming storm in a way that makes Gale’s breath catch in his throat.
She knows him.
Is he the Gale who tormented Tephra?
He has a brief memory of the humid jungle, of seeing a silver-eyed ghost from his past, but only for a moment.
Is he the Gale who tried to kill Ryatah?
He does not recognize the name.
“Probably.” He replies. Gale searches her face, trying desperately to find something he recognizes. “Do we know each other?”
@ Beyza
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Gale
