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Subject: *time passes...* Author: Solo's Story [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:15:48 04/14/01 Sat she walked through the forest, deeper and deeper into it's shadows, not caring where she was going, for it did not matter anymore... hope hung across her back, a dead weight. she, too, had stopped caring. what good did it do? there was nothing... nothing... hours passed. hope was soon on her feet, following her mother faithfully, yet quiet. she trusted her, yet feared her in a strange way... she remained silent. solo looked back at her daughter often. she was sad. they were both sad. yet she had to stay strong... for her daughter's sake... she stopped to comfort her... "we will be all right... it'll be fun, really. just the two of us... but you're going to have to grow up..." and she did. she grew up, far too fast... what will i do now? where will i go? i'm all alone... nowhere to turn. no one to be with... where did i come from? was i always alone? did i always live with just my mother? where did i come from? was i always in the middle of nowhere? did i always roam from place to place? where is my herd? where is my family? where is my father? father... do i have a father?... no... no, he's dead... mother always told me that he was dead... she was on her own now. she grew up. far, far too fast. the little yearling filly now had the instincts, thinking, and mind of a full-grown mare. she held back nothing from the world. her temper still flared dangerously. she was just like her mother... but her mother was dead. *slowly, cautiously, the ash-colored filly stepped into the clearing. her large, bright orbs looked out into the world beneath a tangled mesh of dark tresses. her blue/grey roan coat blended with the shadows, yet her presence demanded attention* *her father was here... he had told her to come. and she had forgiven him... she closed her eyes for a brief moment* mother... give me strength... *head held high, she approached the others. a young, happy filly no longer. but older, years older. and oceans sadder...* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]