if i could trade mistakes for sheep.

[ox. scream, flatline]

Long pauses drifted through the air the breeze swiftly sifting through the tendrils of her mane, time and time again, the honeyed queen moved, slowly, her scar torn body far from the white pristine glory that had once belonged to her, the auburn waves of grass long changed since the first time she had met her golden sun, her love, her reason to life though her body was growing older with the days. The weary mare moving through older than most but still young in appearance,. So many things for her to reminisce about, the past, the war, everything. She could almost weep for the tragedy that had consumed her life. Her sprite persona drowned in agony, her mind torn with regret, with fear.

With everything, would things between them ever be the same, would her daughter always hater though her actions had saved the filly's life? It was daunting to think as she moved each step closer to the kingdom that she had once ruled as queen, A powerful queen, her mind flashing back to the lights last stand where they were wiped from existence. Her mind fluttering to her call of retreat as her army fell. Ransacked by devastation, numb from the loss. It was true that the horses who lived through those times would change forever. The Arabian was changed forever her dainty steps that of warlord as she moved, her home almost shunning her and the bloodshed she had brought to it. She would forever feel sorrow in her heart for those who were lost. And an gratefulness to those who never left. War. It van bond you, and it can rip you apart. Her retreat leaving her daughter to try to sow back the strands of a broken nation. Everything was destroyed, and now the queen was alone, Her husband gone, her daughter in a mystery with a faint rumor that all had returned to Dawn. How was she supposed to approach this, how was she supposed to hold her composure? It was too much, far too much as her heart sunk lower and lower into her chest with every step.

She couldn’t trust him anymore, she couldn't trust immortals anymore though in a way she had become one herself, her soul bonded to the moon by the prophets causing her body to linger on the earth. It was her reward, her punishment, amber eyes easing to the golden sun overhead that teas sinking in to the low lights of the land. She was strong in the night, fierce. The kind of strength she needed to be able to go back and face everything again. The kind of strength hero's dreamed about when defeating their famed monsters. Her voice made a small murmur in the wind, but he would here it just as he had last time. “Jeremiah” She whispered so secretly with the slightest curve of the ebony plus. “ Why did you forsake me so? I could have been strong enough to defeat them, but you ran from me, while I was still with your child you left? Why did you forsake me? ”

[Stars ♥]

The land of the Lights was a quiet one as of late. Most had been slaughtered in the old war, and the rest had left, disappointed because their King had left them. They were sad because he was gone, and mad because he hadn't had the courage to continue to fight against Layla's daughter Laioni. And besides his daughter being made at him, the one who was probably the most hurt by his disappearance was his beloved mate and lover. She had been left to gather the remaining Lights in one last hurrah against the Darks. And she'd been left with a child to raise on her own.

The golden hued stallion looked up at the sky, thinking about all this. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander, trying to focus on her and find her. The breeze played with his tressed, tossing the white threads lightly in the air. The sun was fading, his power slowly fading as well. It wouldn't truly go away, but he was strongest with the sun. Sighing, he opened his eyes, watching the sky change from orange to pink. His mind was still wandering when he heard it. Jeremiah, whispered the voice, carried on the wind. Snapping his head towards the noise, he thought for a moment that it was just his mind playing tricks on him again. Having just returned to this land, he wasn't quite sure where his love had gone. He knew that his daughter was ruler of these lands now though.

And then he heard it again. Why did you forsake me? it whispered to him, caressing his ears. The wind seemed to lift him up, and he inhaled deeply, catching her scent. She was here, in his lands! His mind reached out to make sure it was her, and not some trick being played on him. And not a second later, Jeremiah the Golden King was off. He couldn't even begin to explain how he was feeling. He didn't know if she could ever know the mix of emotions that were swirling inside him. He was in constant turmoil. He hated himself for leaving her. He had burst from this living body, and his spirit had wandered the realm for years, leaving her to raise their child.

He hated himself for unwillingly abandoning her people. He couldn't stand himself for doing so. He thundered across the plains, his legs stretching to the max, muscles bulging. His breathing became loud, his nares flared wide open to allow as much oxygen in as he could get. He was traversing most of his domain to get to her. And a few minutes later she was in his sight. He skidded to a halt though, his hocks almost touching the ground as he stopped so abruptly. He watched her from a distance. There was no telling how she'd react. She probably hated him right now. Despised him. He felt his heart breaking as he gazed upon her form, now covered in scars. He couldn't believe he'd allowed her to be hurt. He just couldn't believe it. She was still beautiful to him though. She was still his everything. Slowly he walked towards her, his head low, his heart open wide. He was ready to take what she would give him. He would take it all. Stopping a few feet away from her, Jeremiah raised his head to look into her eyes. "My love, my queen, my ray of sunshine... he murmured, his eyes sparkling with love and hope that she would someday forgive him.