Post by amanda1 on Sept 30, 2006 19:39:33 GMT -5
Remember when you used to know everything? Remember when nothing was horrible, and everything was amazing? Remember when life was a blur, when everything seemed like a perfect happy ending, no matter how hard things got? Remember when you fell in love?[/font][/color]
She couldn't. Kyani simply couldn't recall anything. This humid day, heat nipping her skin, was the day she would always remember as the day she was born.
The drab bay mare lay unmoving on the forest floor, covered in falling coloured leaves and patches of sky. Still as an inanimate statue, she appeared to be dead. Her coat had no sheen to it, her skin did not twitch at the startling movement of leaves across her barrel.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed open, the single movement suggesting life was still there. But her eyes... black holes of nothing, holding no secrets or histories. Emptiness prevailed, a cold darkness withdrawn from.
Stirring at long last, the mare struggled up. Her legs were clumsy, like a foal's, and she had a bewildered expression on her face. Floundering about like a puppy with amnesia, the mare stumbled on the leaves in the forest clearing, her drab brown coat mixing with the dead leaves on the forest floor. If she could have cried, she would have. Confused and dreadfully upset, she needed something - anything - to come and drag her out of this bottomless nightmare.
Dragging herself up on her knees, the mare tried to gain footing. Glancing around like a madwoman, her eyes locked on to a blue crystal, laying out-of-place on this forest floor. Why? She asked herself of the stone, staring at it curiously. It's intricate patterns called to her, as if it was trying to tell her something. Tilting her head, the mare looked deep into the shadows of the blue mineral's crystals. Kyanite, it said to her, although she couldn't understand. Kyanice? Kyanee? Kyani. Kyani. It was the piece of the puzzle that had been lost. What was it? A place? No. It was her name. Trying it on her tongue, the newly-named mare spoke. "Kyani." The word felt so proper, foreign-sounding and abstract, but it was something she felt that shouldn't have been new. Kyani, the newly self-named mare, aptly was able to sense that this simple conjunction of syllables gave her an instinct inviting her farther into this wandering world. Standing up completely, Kyani shook the leaves from her broken body. Stiff and trembling, she struggled to move her lanky legs and once again have the grace her bloodlines were revered for. Glancing around the clearing, she became afraid of what was to come, her eyes holding feeling once more. Taking a delicate step forward, the mare tested her strength, drained from her... ordeal? She did not know what she had gone through. She did not know who she was.
Continuing her cautious steps, Kyani called gently, her voice hoarse and rough. "Someone... where am I?" A wave of nausea came over her as she tried to spin to the crackle of leaves behind her. Eyes rolling she was able to speak one more word. "Who are you?" she whispered, her head recovering from its whirling state. The figure standing before her was illuminated, glowing from a white light behind it. Kyani knew instinctively that this was a figure of respect. This was Her. Dropping her head, Kyani didn't even glance at the Lady's fawn-and-silver coat, simply averted from watching at all. Head bowed, Kyani didn't dare speak. But Calia did. Her voice was like a brook, flowing and smooth yet babbling at the same time. Laughing slightly, she spoke into Kyani's mind. Come, princess, and let me show you where you belong. Entranced, Kyani followed.
Now, standing here in the thick air of a hard summer, the mare's breaths were labored and her dark coat spotted with white foam. A tempest was raging, matching her mixed emotions. Cold water against the backdrop of heat. She would never remember, always forget. Had she been here before? Why was she so... different? She didn't expect that the amswers would come right away, but the storms gave her the feeling that they held secrets that needed to be revealed.
The mare sighed, letting the rain slide down her neck onto her face, running into her eyes and tangling her matted black forelock. Kei didn't lift her head even as lighting flashed against the angry sky, a web of desire that told her why she was here, wherther she new so or not. Waiting, she only wanted memories to teach her the meaning of truth.
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WHOA long recollection memory thing! Sorry i kinda left it hanging there....