02-22-2018, 10:00 PM
Nymf could feel herself being studied by the smoke colored woman. Though her gaze was not unkind she could sense her contempt for her weakness.
Dead. The strange mare muttered and Nymf’s body grew rigid. Her front hoof slipped forward, ever closer to edge. The end felt closer than ever, a hot breath down the length of her spine. Admitting the truth made her circumstance a reality. Finally, her sob broke free.
The force of his wracked her entire body, sending shocks of pain through her broken body. The wind carried her cries down the cliffside, whipping her mane around her face. She could feel it’s prodding from behind as it swirled around her legs. A cruel reminder of how easy it could be if only she would surrender. Her son. Her Sebastian. They would welcome her into the afterlife and they could be together, forever.
”They say that you die two deaths. The first, when you physically pass. The second… well, when your name is spoken for the last time.” The strange mare’s voice caught Nymf’s interest. The tone of her voice had changed. Almost as though it carried a memory with it. ”So go on then, go and fucking die. But he’ll die with you. His memory will die with you. Who will remember him as you do, hmm? Who will talk about him like you can? And die for nothing! What a waste!”
As she spoke her voice rose to a shout to reach above the howling. Nymf studied her, lost to her thoughts. She could remembered his eyes, the way he would gaze at her from a far. She could never forget the excitement on his face when she told him that he would be a father. For months they had planned for the arrival of their child, agonizing over names and the perfect place to welcome him into the world. It was just the two them, soon to be the three of them and everything was absolutely perfect. Their son, she’d never had a chance to get to know but the few precious moments she had spent beside him made it easy to imagine what could have been.
”Or you could come with me. Come with me and make something of yourself, something that he’d be proud of. Hell, avenge him if it pleases you!” The woman’s offer was tempting. Nymf gazed down once again towards the rock covered sand below. Another gust pushed her closer, only this time she fought against it’s pull and stepped back.
”Sebastian,” She whispered into the oncoming storm. Upon the next gust she heard her name entwined within it’s warmth. He wanted her to go on. He wanted her to continue. A new fire ignited within her and she limped towards the strange mare. ”Show me how.
Dead. The strange mare muttered and Nymf’s body grew rigid. Her front hoof slipped forward, ever closer to edge. The end felt closer than ever, a hot breath down the length of her spine. Admitting the truth made her circumstance a reality. Finally, her sob broke free.
The force of his wracked her entire body, sending shocks of pain through her broken body. The wind carried her cries down the cliffside, whipping her mane around her face. She could feel it’s prodding from behind as it swirled around her legs. A cruel reminder of how easy it could be if only she would surrender. Her son. Her Sebastian. They would welcome her into the afterlife and they could be together, forever.
”They say that you die two deaths. The first, when you physically pass. The second… well, when your name is spoken for the last time.” The strange mare’s voice caught Nymf’s interest. The tone of her voice had changed. Almost as though it carried a memory with it. ”So go on then, go and fucking die. But he’ll die with you. His memory will die with you. Who will remember him as you do, hmm? Who will talk about him like you can? And die for nothing! What a waste!”
As she spoke her voice rose to a shout to reach above the howling. Nymf studied her, lost to her thoughts. She could remembered his eyes, the way he would gaze at her from a far. She could never forget the excitement on his face when she told him that he would be a father. For months they had planned for the arrival of their child, agonizing over names and the perfect place to welcome him into the world. It was just the two them, soon to be the three of them and everything was absolutely perfect. Their son, she’d never had a chance to get to know but the few precious moments she had spent beside him made it easy to imagine what could have been.
”Or you could come with me. Come with me and make something of yourself, something that he’d be proud of. Hell, avenge him if it pleases you!” The woman’s offer was tempting. Nymf gazed down once again towards the rock covered sand below. Another gust pushed her closer, only this time she fought against it’s pull and stepped back.
”Sebastian,” She whispered into the oncoming storm. Upon the next gust she heard her name entwined within it’s warmth. He wanted her to go on. He wanted her to continue. A new fire ignited within her and she limped towards the strange mare. ”Show me how.