Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 21, 2011 20:56:56 GMT -5
[/i] the voice entered his mind, invading, twisting it's way into his conscious. I know you are allowing the darkness to take hold, Bolin... you are just like him... my precious child... oh how he suffered before he died... but now... you can take his place... as my servant... to do my bidding upon this wretched place...[/i]Forgiven. It's the word that kept playing over and over in Bolin's mind, even as he buried his mother and father within Felwood. And even now, as he stood on the cliff overlooking Isola, it repeated itself, tumbling over and over, like water over rocks. He had been down this same road before, felt this terrible feeling wrenching him apart from the inside. Golden eyes never strayed from where his brother had once ruled, from the lands he was born and raised, until he left his father's demonic rule. Deep within the half-Era, the stallion could feel a darkness creeping forth, claiming everything within it's path. The same darkness that had overtaken his father now threatened to take hold of him.
Even as he stared across the lands he had called home, an emptiness also filled him. Emotions seemed to disappear almost completely, removing itself almost instantly, a hollow look overtaking his eyes. Bolin had seen enough death in his lifetime, had felt enough sorrow, enough guilt, enough pain, that he didn't want it anymore. He wanted it to end. To end... my child...
Bolin's mind reeled, and he wanted to repel the voice that had invaded, to be rid of it. Lies! I am not your child, and I am not like Hannibal. I am nothing like that monster! And I will never serve anyone. I am a free spirit,[/i] the stallion thought, and there was an evil laugh echoing within his head. Frustration set in, and the Era lead fought for control once more, trying to beat back the darkness that had suddenly overtaken him. The feelings that he had been feeling suddenly reentered his body, and the sadness he had been wallowing in a few moments ago washed over him, almost breaking his heart yet again.
Do not fight it... my child... you will turn out to be a better slave to my will than your father was... you have such a strong influence over horses, wisdom beyond your years, far more than anyone else you've encountered... perhaps that was your father's fault... he sure had stupidity on his side... falling in love with such pathetic creatures as your mother and that dear Spirit...[/i] the voice taunted Bolin, hissing within his head. Shaking his head violently, the painted stallion closed his eyes, and fire erupted within him. The Devil laughed again, his red eyes narrowed into thin slits, staring at Bolin. You shall serve.. one day... even if you do not now. Your emotions will drain you... you will betray those you love.. and destroy everything in your path... you will see... you, my child, will be the most destructive force upon this island... as soon as your spirit is broken...[/i] one last laugh, and the Devil disappeared from Bolin's mind, an eerie emptiness once again filling the stallion's mind.
Golden eyes opened, the breath he had been holding suddenly whooshing from his lungs in a great gasp. What had just happened? Glancing around, the great stallion wondered if anyone else was within the lands. Of course there isn't, he muttered to himself, his golden eyes straying, once more, to where Inferno lay. No one ever lived within the Era lands anymore. Anemone, Fusion... all the Era had deserted the herd, or had died because of Hannibal or some other force. A deep sigh escaped him, and he still was wallowing in sadness and grief when Fusion entered the lands.
The palomino paint stared at his father, noting how the older stallion looked so tired and worn down. I feel sorry for you, the young stallion whispered upon the wind, and went to graze near the large pond that stayed within the middle of the territory. Fusion knew his father had dealt with many things the past few months, knew the guilt, the blame, the sadness that the darker paint had been carrying. Fusion wished his mother was here, as Anemone could always make the troubles of his father go away. But, like most horses of the Era herd, she seemed to have vanished into thin air.
bolin und fusion.
seven hundred and seventy nine.
somewhere i belong, linkin park.
holy cow, so much muse.
for toxic.
[c] lizzeh 2011.
[/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]seven hundred and seventy nine.
somewhere i belong, linkin park.
holy cow, so much muse.
for toxic.
[c] lizzeh 2011.
