all of my devils are free at last
all my secrets revealed
She slips through the aging trunks of the forest, leaves fluttering about her, the air crisp and redolent with the scent of autumn. The trees here are old, the bark gnarled and thick. She loves the ancient feel of this place, the thought of oaks and birches with memories as old as time. Sometimes, she wishes she could tap into those long-lived plants. Could see and feel the past in the way that they once had.
It is a foolish dream perhaps, the naivete of a girl who has never quite aged properly. But then, that is a nearly perfect description of Divide. A young mare with purple skin and gray tresses, both too young and too old all at once.
A faint smile stretches the corners of her lips as she picks an aimless path through her favorite part of the forest. She thinks of Time, of the day everything had stilled, of the lovely woman she had tried so valiantly to rescue and the end of existence itself. And she thinks of Orion, the charming stallion she had met upon her return. So noble and good. Far too good for one such as her, she is certain.
The leaves crunch beneath her hooves as the soft trilling of birds still brave enough to skirt the thinning leaves echoes a sweet melody in her ears. Her gray eyes slide past the landscape before catching on a shadow before her. A shadow that moves.
She thinks nothing of it, instead allowing a gentle smile to curve her lips and a quiet, questioning ”Hello?” to fall into the autumn air in welcome.
divide
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