I winged my way down to the path I had first taken when I had entered the land of my father, Fantasma. My light violet eyes were sad, worried. I was happy too, but there was more of me that felt a keening agony.
"Fantasma," I called, looking around. I figured he'd be with the herd, including my mother, the wanderer named Nightshade. But I wanted to talk with him alone.
Had I ruined both of my friendships when I went to the Gemdas? I felt as if Zandere hated me, because Melodia loved me, but I also felt as if Melodia, the beautiful grey filly who was my first friend, hated me for coming to her and asking her to leave with me when her father was dying.
What would I do? I thought sadly, nibbling on some grass nervously, though I felt no hunger. What could I do? I felt like my friendships had died. Whether they would be replaced with something else though... I wasn't sure anymore.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 16, 2010 11:18:04 GMT 8
The king heard the beating of wings upon the purple hued skies. My son he thought, leaving the center of his herd and galloping to where he saw the ebony colt coming down. The coming of his son had been delayed, for some reason. Fantasma had not heard any news from kings nor spies, so he believed everything had gone as planned. When he laid his blue eyes upon his son, he knew that everything had not gone well.
Hemlock was alone. They storm hued filly had not come to Forest of Mysteries with him. There had to be a reasoning behind this. "Hemlock," he called, interested in what his son had to say. Obviously, he was in distress, wanting to talk to his father alone. Everything seemed so safe, so sound. What could have happened? Unless Melody did not love Hemlock, everything should have gone smoothly.
Fantasma approached his son, a look of understanding crossing his features. "What troubles you, my son? I see that Melodia is not with you," he stated, wondering why things had turned out they way they had. Hemlock was so innocent, so perfect for Angelica's filly. The family was in pain, for they knew that Jegath was passing, but it shouldn't have stopped him.
I bit my lip a bit as I felt tears coming at the mention of Melodia's name. "No, she's not with me. She wanted to come, but she needs to stay with Angelica and Jegathema... And now I think Zandere hates me; He loves her too, and she decided that she'll go with me, and Melodia's sad, because Jegath is dying and she hurt Zandere's feelings, and..." I blinked back tears pointlessly as they began to trickle down my face.
"I think I've ruined two friendships, and there's nothing I can do!"
Fantasma shook his crown shamefully, now noticing that he should have told Hemlock more before he had left. There was only one more piece of advice the king could give to his son. "If she really does love you, she will come to you when the time is right," he replied. It wasn't the greatest advice, but it had proven to be true with Omeya. The beautiful dark chestnut fae had come back to him, despite his parents wishes.
Angelica was going through a hard time, Fantasma was sure. "Angelica is going through a hard time, surely. Her mate is dying, and her daughter wanted to leave her. She'd be all alone," he said, thinking about the beautiful light chestnut fae. The king hoped she would find love again, in the right places. Angel was pretty enough to find a second mate, thought Fantasma optimistically with a smile.
The ebony stag moved on to the subject of the colt. That was the most unpredictable topic that they would discuss. "Zandere may be mad for a while," he said, taking a nervous pause. "He will find love too though, someday. He will forget about you and Melody," Fantasma predicted with a convincing smile. If it didn't happen, it wouldn't. Hopefully, his son would find peace. Fantasma hoped that life didn't prove his words incorrect.
I nodded slightly, but my bright eyes were sad. "I wish Jegathema wouldn't die. That way there wouldn't be as many problems, and Melodia wouldn't feel so guilty... Zandere though would probably be even more angry though, and sad too." I sighed a bit, my silvery horn dipping down as I lowered my face. "I'll have to make it up to him somehow though. I don't want to leave it as it is, without talking to him."
My wings though were tired, and I wanted to rest. In a few days though, I was determined to go back and speak with Zandere, to see if I could at least patch a bit of the rift up, if not seal it.
Suddenly, a blue of gray mixed with ivory blurred past them, skidding mud up as she stopped in her path. "F-F-Fantasma," she slurred dropping her cloud touched features as she looked to him, panting. Pretty blue eyes looked over to the stallion that she had once found quite attractive. Now, she wasn't even sure of that. Cuts and bruises could be easily seen against her matted coat as she stood before them. Not like they could expect anything less. Her land had been captured! At least she had escaped before they took her prisoner.
"E-Exile taken over lands," she stuttered, catching her breath raggedly, looking with pleading adoration to both of them. "He will kill Jegath, and my mother will be a slave," she cried, tears welling up in her normally soft eyes again, just as they had when her mother had bitten her and sent her on a new road. "I came here to find you, Hemlock," she said softly, asking him to forgive her for what happened before. Angel wouldn't have even been in the lands when the attackers came if she had been smarter and just went with him. No, she always had to be ignorant though. That's just how she was.
I looked at her, listening as she explained, before brushing my nose against hers quickly, my tired wings opening, before I thought better of it. "Don't worry for your mother, Mel, I'll take care of that, but I won't be able to defeat Exile. Not yet anyways." no, instead I'd have to take a more devious path to save Angelica.