The land of Abhilasha... The land of wishes... I snorted. This wasn't one of the best places for me to be. However, a thought had come to me, and I hoped that perhaps it would work.
Scarred hideously, was I. A rune mark, or, as my comrades and I called them, Ruin mark, was on my chest. It was a near perfect circle, with a jagged vertical scar running through it.
However, on my back lay the worst scarring. Blotchy, pinkish-white scars, one of them swollen a bit right now, were on my shoulder blades, where Omeralahasdra, the current queen of Red Death, had torn from me my wings...
I sighed. I feared unicorns, mistrusted them, and practically loathed them. Yet it wasn't all unicorns, banding together to do this to me. It was one. A unicorn who did not heal, except when absolutely necessary, and fought like the desert stallions of old.
I looked around again and waited, hoping for the unicorn of this land to come to me, yet dreading it. She could recognize the mark upon my chest... I was a fallen hellion, marked as forever evil, forever cursed. My flames were taken, and part of my bloodlust, part of my strength...
Would she know it? Best not to think about it... I only wished for my wings, that I might be able to win over a fae who was more than normal. Not hellion, not fully, but she was better than I would ever be likely to win over...
Ceelena felt the odd presance and sighed, closing her eyes as she drifted into the mind of the stallion with a soft touch. Brushing against his thoughts, she caught most of his internal convosation and sighed once more.
Her last healing, she knew this. This would be the last time before her death when she healed another. The battle was fast approaching and so was the death of her and her mate.
Stepping from the trees which hid her, she approached the stallion with care. She noted the mark upon his chest and the rest of his body but did not show any of the emotion upon her beautiful face. "Etheran," she whispered, the name murmered by a roll of her tounge. "You come for your wings...and something more.." she smiled like a kindly grandmother. "One I can give you...the other you must earn by right not by magic," she said simply, taking another small step towards him. She knew of his trust issues, but ignored them. She was their to help, and if he didnt want to try and trust he wouldnt have come.
"But first.." she continued "you must do something for me." Never had she asked for something in return, unless the gods had guided her for a certain price and all things were given willingly.
I nodded as the unicorn of the land of wishes came forward. "I do not wish to win over another by magic, so that's alright." I said, smiling a bit, looking at her horn with a bit of trepidation, though I pushed it down when I felt its twinge.
"What do you wish of me then, Ceelena, Granter of Wishes, Healer of Broken?" I asked her, bowing my head, feeling spikes of pain in my shoulders as the scars stretched, sending the pain through me, as if Omera had just finished her work upon me.
A smile tugged at her perfect lips and she studied the scarred stallion for a moment longer before whispering to lyrics he must hear. Her face held in her worry as she shared his pain. "There is no need to bow to me stallion, I grant wishes only to those who deserve them..." she murmered in a whisper before continuing in a louder voice. "You must forgive youself," she said simply with a toss of her lush locks. "And once you have...your wings will be returned or at least healed and.." she paused in thought "I can remove that scar on your chest if you wish." She knew what it was, though she had rarely seen it. If he did what she asked, simple as it might seem, it would give him a new chance at life.
I blinked, then looked at her quizzically. My memories of what I had done tugged at me, and I looked to them, wondering for a second what I needed to forgive myself for.
Well, for one, I had nearly killed the half hellion colt that later made my first filly happy.
For another, I had endangered Medarmeth and Zedaprop, my only true equals.
And I had lost my chance to become anything more than another hellion, because of pride.
I debated with myself, my mind working furiously as I tried to decide whether or not it was the time to forgive myself of these things.
Finally, I nodded my head. My pride was gone, and I could now forgive myself of that crime against myself.
My friends bore their own weight, and had made their own decisions. I forgave myself that.
Last, the hardest... My daughter's stag had forgiven me after several years. It was time to move on.
I looked to the fae, the unicorn, and nodded my head. "I have done as you have asked, Ceelena. It has been long, and it's about time I followed my daughter's advice and let the memories stop holding sway."
Ceelena smiled slightly, following his thoughts and knew that he had truly forgiven himself. There was nothing left, no pride, no hate. It was just him. Etheran. "And you may have your wings..." she murmered, brushing his side with her horn and from the scabs wings appeared. Beautiful wings, just as perfect and as undamged as they had once been. No scars covered his body, and the scar on the front of his chest all but disappeared. She looked at him, questioning him. "Would you like me to rid you of this mark? Give you the chance for a new beginging?" The choice was his.
It was as if they had never been cut away from me.
They were almost pure black, except for the very lowest feathers, which were gold, like my mane and tail. They had three claws at one of the joints, which I could use, much like a bat, to grip things with.
"Yes, though you have given me much, just by doing this, the Rune mark has granted me naught but pain." I said with a small sigh, looking to her with my red eyes full of joy. This was truly a great gift to me.
Ceelena smiled, feeling his joy pour from his very being. "The pleasure is mine..." she murmered, studying the symbol and wondered if it was just like every other scar or mark. She touched it with her horn lightly and it flared underneith the skin. It seemed to glow, the odd symbol flared and Ceelena glared at it like an impossible puzzle. Slowly, piece by piece it slowly began to disappear. Releasing the magic, she panted for a moment. "Thats a tricky little mark," she murmered, never having healed something as hard as that before.
Recovering after a moment, she smiled and lifted her head and nodded slightly. "Remember stallion, those who bind you, you are not alwats bound." With that, she turned and disappeared in the mist where she hid once more.