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Date Posted: 11:07:10 05/31/02 Fri
Author: Terror and Pharozupe
Subject: Fading

The mist, catered by the entrance of the exile, curls its fingers around the territory. Its master, a shadowed eyed and mangled silver maned unicorn, steps forth from the dense fog. The fog cloaks her again for but a moment, but it was long enough for the change. Now, she is a woman. Pale skinned, cold blue eyes, and plantinum blonde hair. The fog bows at her fingertips, repsecting her who commands it. The gesture is expected though, and the woman pays little heed. Her eyes glare at the dark mare, the one deemed Terror. The woman's lips are silent red as the subject of her eyes also changes.

The black mane curls, but maintains its length. The skin lightens slightly to a deep bronze, and the hooves bend like hot metal as they form the systematic ten fingers and toes. Her muzzle srinks and her ears slide to the side. Human is the one called Terror now. A pathetic human of five foot three and bordering one hundred pounds.

The woman does not speak yet, though her words are known. No, she waits fro Terror to speak.

"I thought it would take longer. If I had known..." Lies. She knew. "I really wished you hadn't shown. Things are fine..." A sad sign is emmitted, proving Terror spoke only more lies. "Please, go."

The woman's body is immobile with the exception of her red lips. They smile and speak. "I bare a gift. Do not refuse it, sister." Baring her palms, a silver and stoned dagger visualizes. "Pay your depts, sister."

Instantly and thoughtlessly, Terror kneels in acceptance. Tears threaten to surface as her hand touches the blade. This is not wished, but there was little she could do. She was not under her own control..."I want to be forgiven. It hurts to be alone."

The woman knows of the emptiness too well. As her heart skips, she hardly can fight the smile that surfaces. Now Terror would die. And no one was left to stop her. "Apathan left you because you are worthless." She says, continuing the thought. "There is only one who will forgive you. He waits...he will be there to greet you at home. He won't leave you. Not like that wasteful husband and those wretched children of yours..." The woman pauses, mid-sentance. Babbling was causing her to lose focus. She must stick to the script. "Go ahead Terror. Show him ou're sorry. Ask forgiveness for leaving him. Blame yourself for his death. Tell him you'll be with him forever and ever. Show him, Terror. Show him."

Lightheaded and confused, she wants to but does not argue. She cannot. Not anymore. Loneliness had weakened her. She could not survive on her own anymore. "Daddy, I'm sorry. Take me into your arms. I'm sorry for running away. I was scared, Daddy. I was scared of you. You kill Mother..."

The woman stares wide-eyed at her sister's unspoken past. She cannot speak in fear of upsetting the trance that has weakened the former Lead Mare and transformed her mind into that of a child.

"...beat her until she died. I was scared, Daddy. I didn't want you to hurt me like you hurt Mother. But I know she was bad. She threatened to leave you. You didn't like that, Daddy. When you found me, I was scared. I didn't want to end up dead. I left...I'm sorry. I thought I was happy her with Apathan...I thought. I miss you. You made me who I am, Daddy. Daddy's Little Girl misses you. Please, Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for pushing you away. Forgive me, Daddy...I don't want to die, but I will for you. Tell me you forgive me. Tell me, and I will. I'll be with you forever and ever if you forgive me...Daddy.

Her cue is now, the woman knows, but she hesitates. Could she sentance her sister to death? Yes, yes she could. Her sister caused the death of their father. He died because of Terror, so Terror deserves to die. Closing her eyes, she visualizes the man she loved and devoted HER life to. Her father...their father.

In the mist, he appears. He was dressed in black garbs and spoke through the mind of the woman. He was her phantom. "Yes, my dauighter. Come home and be forgiven. You can prove yourself yet, Daughter of the Underworld."

Terror nods, grasping the blade in a naked hand. Crimson blodd leaks from the cracks of her hand. "As you wish, Daddy." Now she takes the dagger by the handle. It is her left hand that would perform the task. A leftie, and sure sign of her devil heritage. "Forgive me father for I have sinned..."

His voice hastens, as the woman grows impatient. "Yes, daughter, my Little Terror. Now do it."

No doubts arise as she raises the blade to her throat. Breathing deeply, she suddenly flips the blade to slit her wrists. She does not know why, thought the woman who watches does. Terror, the one capped inside the controlled mind does not want to die. That Terror believed in hope and dreams. That Terror wished for peace in her mind and soul. That Terror was all but dead now.

There were no outside interractions, no more false phantoms, after this action. Even the woman, Pharozupe, departed. Now Terror was alone. Deathly alone. She breathes slowly, as her life drains from her veins. Her fifteen years, most of them in the lands of Cascade Mountains, would be ending.

"Curse this place of the Cascade Mountains and all of those who inhabit its wicked lands. This land bleeds the innocent and breed Devils." She coughs, falling to the ground. Her mind is lightheaded and dizzy. The thoughts are clouded, spinnning in the maze of her mind. "Curse this place that brought me to the domestic life. The land that I mothered a child and nurtured two more. Curse that land on which I will die. Curse the land...the land that I-"

The mind spell begins to wear from her troubled mind. And only now does she realize the trickery. She was tricked into her death. "Curse this land of the Cascade Mountains. The land that I love."

Her eyes trouble her and she closes them. It was too late for her. These cuts were self-inflicted. They ate at her soul, weakening the already shrunken will-power. Her will to live. She could cry out for help, but she does not. Even if she survives the wounds, her life would be over. What life was there left to live? Her beloved Apathan was gone...her children grown up and moved ahead. And she...she was suicidal.

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