It was time.
Time had become irrelevant to Kha. It was an ever present force but had little effect on him.
He continued on, stepping and weaving through the murky forest with his eyes closed, his silver mane laying as still as death and his dappled bay coat paled in shadows. He had memorized every tree, every fallen log, and every mossy watering hole that cropped up in his god forsaken haunted forest, - he had perfected not walking straight through them anyways. He had spent years here, watching as Beqanna became nothing and then something all over again. He heard whispers of new lands and new rulers, with new alliances and enemies. He watched others steal away captives through these very woods. Watched lovers become parents. Watched saints commit sins.
It was time, to move on.
He had attempted over and over again to become one with his living body, practiced until he thought his muscles should quiver and his body give out - not that it mattered, he was a ghost after all. His mind may have felt the exhaustion but his body never responded in turn. No one was at fault for leaving him on that devastating day to fend for himself, leaving him trapped in his ghost form.
He thought this would be his life forever and ever, alone. Not quite dead but not alive enough to have a life. Until he had met a mare, a beckon of light on a storm covered beach, that had brought him falling into his living body the moment he had touched her. She had saved him, but for only a moment. When his eyes fell on her daughter tucked away inside the cave away from the storms beating hands, he had slipped away back to his ghost form in a torrential downpour of emotions. Slinking back to his forest he had mastered his skills only lingering in his living body for a few brief moments, until he was ready to go back to the land of the living.
The time was now, almost.
His body had only aged to that of a yearling colt, though his mind held the knowledge of 30years. He needed to do the one thing he had been skirting around for the last 10 years. He had searched for her for 20 with no evidence of her existence on Beqanna, which could only mean one thing. There could only have been one reason she did not search the heavens and earths for him. He needed to push farther and visit the other side, hoping that he would find no trace of his mother there either.
He needed to talk to her, see her, embrace her for only a moment before taking on the breathing world, once again.
"Momma, are you here?" he whispered, opening his eyes to find himself encased in a slower, murkier, more suffocating world than he had lived in for the last only god knows how many years.
Time had become irrelevant to Kha. It was an ever present force but had little effect on him.
He continued on, stepping and weaving through the murky forest with his eyes closed, his silver mane laying as still as death and his dappled bay coat paled in shadows. He had memorized every tree, every fallen log, and every mossy watering hole that cropped up in his god forsaken haunted forest, - he had perfected not walking straight through them anyways. He had spent years here, watching as Beqanna became nothing and then something all over again. He heard whispers of new lands and new rulers, with new alliances and enemies. He watched others steal away captives through these very woods. Watched lovers become parents. Watched saints commit sins.
It was time, to move on.
He had attempted over and over again to become one with his living body, practiced until he thought his muscles should quiver and his body give out - not that it mattered, he was a ghost after all. His mind may have felt the exhaustion but his body never responded in turn. No one was at fault for leaving him on that devastating day to fend for himself, leaving him trapped in his ghost form.
He thought this would be his life forever and ever, alone. Not quite dead but not alive enough to have a life. Until he had met a mare, a beckon of light on a storm covered beach, that had brought him falling into his living body the moment he had touched her. She had saved him, but for only a moment. When his eyes fell on her daughter tucked away inside the cave away from the storms beating hands, he had slipped away back to his ghost form in a torrential downpour of emotions. Slinking back to his forest he had mastered his skills only lingering in his living body for a few brief moments, until he was ready to go back to the land of the living.
The time was now, almost.
His body had only aged to that of a yearling colt, though his mind held the knowledge of 30years. He needed to do the one thing he had been skirting around for the last 10 years. He had searched for her for 20 with no evidence of her existence on Beqanna, which could only mean one thing. There could only have been one reason she did not search the heavens and earths for him. He needed to push farther and visit the other side, hoping that he would find no trace of his mother there either.
He needed to talk to her, see her, embrace her for only a moment before taking on the breathing world, once again.
"Momma, are you here?" he whispered, opening his eyes to find himself encased in a slower, murkier, more suffocating world than he had lived in for the last only god knows how many years.
KHA
it doesn't matter what world you live in; it only matters what world lives in you
@[Ea] I thought it'd be nice for him to talk to his mother one last time before making his official entrance back into Beqanna's society.