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First Story; And No One Ever Knew |
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um...alright. This is a little short story I wrote a while ago- there isn't much of a plot...and happens in some random world in my mind...^^
She looked up at me with that look in her eyes, the look that had long expired. The look she gave me in times of old. When we were both young, and no troubles encroached at the edge of my abode. The shadows had been increasing recently, and no one could rest easy anymore. Not like anyone could in the first place, with the war. The nameless ones were attacking, and all of my kind were fighting to stop them. But we were not fighters. We never had been. Neither were her people, but they call themselves so. Only the nameless ones were anymore. The fire creatures were once fighters, but they left so long ago that not even the stones remember what they looked like. I am the only one that remembers that they were even ever here at all, not just a myth. Her people now call themselves the protectors of us like we've no defense ourselves. We are better off than they are. But they insist on it, even while they are fighting each other in bloody battles, and while half of them are working for the nameless ones themselves. But she, she is different. She isn't like the others. But none of that matters anymore. I am dying, along with all of my kind.
She smiled at me, in her dirtied, torn gown, with an innocent look on her face that was so out of place here. Like a ray of real sunlight, unlike the harsh and hopeless light that was seen now. Like real life was staring me in the face, not the empty shell that I had seen day after day.
I stepped forward, my white hoof scraping the dry ground. I nuzzled her in a loving way with my snout, like a parent would to their child. She smiled back at me and hooked her arm around my neck, and swung her self onto my back. I had decided by then that a creature so pure as she shouldn't be in that forest, with so many bittersweet memories.
I had always been confident in the safety of my abode. Always. But I was not so sure about the world around it, so as I began to walk out of the dead woods, I stepped lightly and with trepidation. I didn't think any nameless ones were here, in the dead field, but my race was born out of caution. I deemed it safe shortly after I entered the clearing, however, and broke into a trot.
She began to laugh gaily as the wind swept through her hair when I began to gallop. She spoke of times long past, and of small hopes in the village. Of small miracles and romances, of things that would only bring happiness to the shallow. I knew she was trying to make me happier, to bring life back into my graying mane, but she couldn't. I was too old for the hopes of one so young as she and her race to brighten. I knew how small they were, and how shortly they would die and be forgotten. I loved her for that, though. For her youthful ignorance. But, I suppose one loves what they can't have.
Not matter my malcontent, I laughed along with her. I strived to live in the moment, where I could enjoy a small taste of happiness. I broke my laughter, and my joyful gallop soon, though. The shadows had shifted, had grown. They were coming. The shadows always spoke of their movement. I could hear the stones rumble as they stepped upon them. I could hear the trees cry out in fear as they passed.
She shifted uncomfortably on my back. I knew she was worried. She didn't know what was happening. She couldn't see the shadows change. She couldn't hear the screams. But I could. I turned around and broke into a full gallop, and for one of my race, it was impressive.
The shadows moved less subtly now. They were clearly moving, reaching out as if to grab me. I dodged these attempts deftly, and even though one would think that shadows could do no harm, they can. They are able to do as much as the nameless ones can. And even though shadows are innocent creatures, the nameless ones can control them. Thus, they become dangerous.
I ran, with the intent of returning to my abode. I could hear her crying, as if scared. I knew then that she could see the them now. I glanced behind me, and saw the still appearance of the path behind me. It looked normal, but one thing was missing that always indicated their appearance. All of the shadows were missing. It was unnerving, it always was. I pushed myself to run faster. I was the eldest of our race, I was the most powerful. I was the fastest. We had outrun these fiends before, I had to tell myself this.
I called to my magic, the power that lay in the spiraling horn that protruded from my forehead. I began to shine with the power. That shine extended into an aura that surrounded both her and me. What was most comforting about it was that my light created shadows again. Very little, but they were shadows.
The entrance to my home was in view by then. I ran into it, and found the place silent. Dead silent, void of the birds that usually hummed their laments into the air, void of the chirping sorrows of crickets, of anything. There were shadows here, shadows that were calm and at peace. But oddly so. I stepped lightly down the path, finding nothing out of place. It was wrong, somehow. The girl on my back shook with terror, but was calming. She got off my back, regardless of my fears, and began to walk around. I saw the clearing up ahead, the center of my abode. It was a small clearing that had a single rock in the center, and a small pond along the right side. It was on that rock, that was in the distance from where I was standing, that I saw what was wrong. She couldn't see it, I knew. It was too far off. I nudged her arm lightly, moving her in the direction of her home. One so young needed to live this day, and leave without any battle. She seemed to understand that she had to go to her village, though she did not catch the fear in my eyes. She turned and left through the dead trees, humming a happy tune. I turned back to the small clearing, and found it was still there.
I walked towards it confidently. I was the eldest. I was the most powerful. My people had won in battle against the nameless before. I could do it now. There was only one of them sitting on the rock. As I approached I knew that even if I won that I would regret not running. But it was too late now. I approached with confidence, and I regret to say arrogance. I truly viewed my self as powerful then.
As the creature looked up at me through eyes that knew no hope, I knew I had been mistaken. And I knew the mistake I made was fatal. There was no where to run. Not anymore.
And as their leader died the unicorns cried out in sorrow as one, but no one listened. Not the rocks that had died so long ago, not the trees who had become deaf. Not the humans that warred with themselves. Not the shadows that were slowly becoming lifeless. And as the unicorns were killed, not the evil that killed them.
And no one ever knew.
notes: now, mind you, I don't particularly like unicorns...they just fit the story....I like dragons much more. ^^ dragons....^^
 Markition Necrovius · Fri May 20, 2005 @ 11:35pm · 0 Comments |
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