[open] Uncertainty

[Roseen]

I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

A beautiful filly pranced in a field of spring flowers. She knew not where she was at, as nothing seemed familiar to this filly. She had no recollection of how she came to be there; she didn't even know her own name. But none of this seemed to trouble her, for this place was rather nostalgic to her, so she was comfortable and happy. And so she pranced about joyfully without worries plaguing her thoughts. She was carefree, young and innocent. To others, this filly's joyfulness was like the bright rays of the sun. It brought warmth into their lives, and she always seemed to brighten the days of those who were down, gloomy like rain clouds. Yes, 'a little ray of sunshine' she was, you might say. But even on the brightest days, the sun's light fades, as darkness seeps in.

Three times she heard a raven's cry before she stopped her joyful dancing. The sun was gone, vanished from the sky and replaced with a thin, crescent moon. The sky was blackened, starless and empty. She looked down to see that the field of flowers had all wilted, and crumbled to dust. A foul aroma filled her nostrils, and she turned to see the rotting bodies of other creatures. Then, the rotten flesh of the creatures fell to ash, leaving nothing but clean bones that then shared the same fate and became dust. 

Again, she heard a raven's cry three times, and finally found a place in her heart for fear. She wined and cried out, turning to run away from her inevitable death, for all creatures shared the same fate as those that rotted away. A figure appeared before her from the shadows. It was another horse; a stallion with strong legs and a flowing mane. His snort was terrifying, his wings were magnificent, whilst his flaming blue eyes bore into her until she swore she could feel the heat. A glowing crescent moon resided upon his head, his coat and feathers black as a raven's wing.

At that moment she knew what awaited her. The crescent moon upon the stallion's head was a symbol of the night; a time when all beautiful and bright things like the sun vanish, a time of darkness. The raven, a mischievous and cruel bird; its cries had been a message to the filly as 'the one who brings misfortune'. A message that the stallion was the Bringer of Death.


Roseen's eyes fluttered open to see a field of lush green grass. There were many other horses in the field, some grazing on the grass, others talking amongst themselves, whilst others stood alone. There were a few winged horses soaring through the sky, their magnificent wings reminding her of the stallion in her dream.

She sat up, finally remembering where she was and realized she had fallen asleep when she only intended to rest for a moment. The mare shook herself once on her feet, a half attempt to toss the tiredness away. But, it was also to shake the horrific fear the dream had left her with. It was all she had left to remember it, really, for the dream was now a blur. All she could clearly remember was the raven's cry, and the wings and crescent moon on the stallion. This was how it always was when she woke from that nightmare. Yes, she has had it before, ever since she was a filly. But it was nothing to truly be afraid of. 

The dream was created by her childish fears and wild imagination. She had become paranoid when she heard the raven's cry, after being told stories from her mother about the misfortune they bring. And when she saw that black stallion, which was a new sight for her at the time, she assumed the worst. Roseen wasn't sure why, but that dream still plagued her. Perhaps it was the unlikely event of her untimely death? No, that couldn't be. She was immortal, something she inherited from her father. So, perhaps it was the death of everything around her. Somehow, that brought a whole new meaning to her dream.

Roseen shook her head in attempt to push the dream aside. She decided she should think about more pressing matters, such as where she was at, where she wanted to go, and how to get there. For a long time she had been traveling on her own, hoping to find a new home since she was driven out of her last one. Such a cruel thing for her father to do...but, there was no use in dwelling on the past. What's done is done; all that was left to do was move forward and keep her eyes on what lied ahead.

However, that was much easier said than done. Roseen did not know where she was going, much less how to get there. Out here in the field, there were many paths, each leading to an uncertain future. She didn't know which to choose, and frankly, she was frightened of making a decision. What if the path she chooses offers her an unsuitable life? What if it brings misfortune, and only causes her trouble and pain? Yet again, it could be the best decision she'd ever make. She could have a wonderful life in a beautiful land. Ooh! Perhaps she would finally find her true love, and have a family of her own!

If any other horse was watching they'd practically see sparkles in her eyes as she daydreamed. Her head was in the clouds, for she was a sucker for romance. Living her entire life without a mate was a little frightening to her, and she loved foals so dearly that she wanted some of her own. Oh, what a hopeless romantic she was. Poor, poor Roseen.

Once she came back to earth she shook her head again to clear her mind. She was so easily sidetracked; she needed to focus! Her future was at stake! Gazing around, Roseen searched for a good spot to graze on the vegetation, finally coming to realize she hadn't eaten in a while. And then, perhaps she should ask around for information about the surrounding areas. She just hoped she could gather the courage to approach another horse.

ROSEEN

a nomad