Luvena
the world crumbled around her, and all she could do was watch. stuck under the roots of a withering tree, she watched all the others fall around her. Every tree in the woods, even the ones that had seemed to touch the stars, falling away, disappearing into the earth. She peered out from between the roots like a rabbit stuck in its hole. frozen in fear. She watched as one track fell, and then another. Watched the magic disappear from the air, casting the world into darkness. And finally, she watched the firstborns drop. one by one falling into the abyss.
She woke up in a cold sweat. She had left before all the magic had drained from the air. She didn't stay to see Elysium fall, but that was how she imagined it. Everything swallowed up. Never to be seen again. Her heart yearned to go back to it sometimes. But she was here now, she was making Novus her new home. Though some part of her would always belong to Elysium, just as another part always belonged to Herstial. She wondered if she would ever stop giving up pieces of herself. She arose from her tiny nook along the edge of the lake. She had ventured to Denocte, hoping to find the fairy mare she had met once before. But once she reached the lake she was too tired to go any further.
Yawning, she slowly raised her head from the ground, watching the lake ripple lightly under the wind. A loon sat on the orange water, preening its feathers. She rose clumsily to her feet, shaking the dirt off her coat, and stretching forward, her joints stiff after spending the day asleep on the shore. It was then she noticed the stallion a little ways ahead and froze. She was overcome with familiarity as she spotted the jagged white marking on his chest. She was sure she had seen him before, sure she had a name to the face. They had never met properly, that much she knew, but the memory was too strong for him to have been just some other horse she'd seen in her travels. She thought of Elysium. Of important figures.
She didn't want to judge quickly, but he looked like one of heretics. She ran through the list she knew. Draco, the mare named after a bird... Raven? No. Nightingale. Sloane, that villain. "Abrin" She called the name out loud, hoping her voice would carry far enough. She approached him cautiously, wary of what he could do. She was alone, and the Heretics hadn't exactly had the best reputation. "You're name is Abrin... isn't it?
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