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Nightmares « Thread Started on Sept 22, 2007, 12:30pm »
Nightmares don't just go away. Memories never truly leave. You may not notice them for a while, but they’re still there. Just waiting for the right moment to return and haunt your mind. Just the right time to be remembered so that they can once again ravage your soul. And it’s always the bad things you most remember. Good times are like grains of sand. You only manage to cling to a few before the rest all fall away, forgotten. Never to return. Bad times are like scars. You don’t want them, but they’re always there. Sometimes hidden beneath your hair, but still just as awful when revealed. The mare’s steps were steady and sure, but at a very measured pace. Her eyes looked unseeing at the ground before she walked over it, but her mind was clearly nowhere near herself. Her belly was round with her foal, but she was alone. No one, anywhere, was hoping she was safe tonight. No one had been counting down the days as they worried for her. No one was going to see if his child was born safely. And she didn’t expect anyone to. It is awful to be reminded of a mistake at the worst of times. It is worse at the best. But it’s when the most joyful thing that could happen in one’s life reminds one of the absolute worst mistake one’s ever done precisely because the latter caused the former that it feels the worst. The soul is confused. It desperately wants to rejoice, but is drawn with weariness. The body wishes to exalt, but is weighed down with memories. The mind wishes to relish, but finds only pain. Finally the pale horse reached the borders of the lands she had come to seek. Stretching before her was the landscape countless creatures had first laid eyes on. She’d scouted the land weeks ago, and she knew exactly where she was headed. Her foal would know nothing of their mother’s worst mistake. They would enter the world and see its beauty. They would live their life in it, learn in it. The grassy clearing on the bluff finally came into view. Pain can be a wonderful thing. It is a sure sign of life. It wakes the mind and invigorates the body. It rouses a creature into a better state of health as a survival method. Society calls it a bad thing, but the wise never strives to conform to society’s rules. Pain is an assurance of reality, a way to bring the mind into nature and to truly see what is really there. In that way, it is the best distraction the distraught have. She’d never felt this kind of pain before. It was extraordinarily uncomfortable and comforting, nauseating and invigorating, agony and pure joy, all at the same time. Her time had finally come, and her slow pace had been just right to keep from tiring her and let her reach this perfect spot on time. Her instinct kept the process going but occupied her mind enough so that she could only think of what she would do when it was over.
Mother Name Sonata Breed Welsh Mountain Pony Color Milky white with a gold-tinted mane and tail Height 11 hh Alignment Nuetral
Father Name Unknown Breed Arabian Color Completely black Height 15.3 hh Alignment Unknown
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