He is young to have lived through so much chaos.
He hears of things in fits and starts, primarily through eavesdropping, as he has no real friends to speak of. He has not seen his father in months, and his mother, well, he hasn’t even bothered looking. So Prime is confused but not distressed, because the lands that crumble and fall, they are of little importance to him – mostly it’s just names. He doesn’t know the lands, their intricacies. They might as well be far-off planets.
He knows the forest, a little bit. The shadowy paths and cool shade, where he walks and sometimes feels the distant thrum of death. Sometimes he follows that energy, comes across the corpse of a deer or wolf or something larger. But mostly, he keeps walking.
It’s the forest where he’s found himself today. Shadows trail behind him, a ink-dark leaving of his aimless wandering. He hears the commotion before he sees her, the snapping of branches and the flurry of birds, forcibly risen from their perches. Curious, he moves toward the noise, and finally sees the mare, strange and dark and shimmering.
“Hello,” he says, cautious, then “are you all right?”
who protects the shadow better than the dark?
@Areane