Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Mar 15, 2008 11:55:05 GMT -5
In a fairytale, a happy ending was insured. The prince would slay the dragon unscathed and rescue the princess in the tower. They would go to live in the castle and the villain's evil plan would be thwarted. He might even go back on his cruel ways. And the last sentence would always be the same reassuring words- and they lived happily every after.
The cream-colored fae stumbled into the sunny forest, her sky blue eyes wide with the pain of labor. Her swollen belly magnetized to the ground and she fell before she knew where she was. Her surroundings flashed before her and she clenched her eyes closed. Everything started spinning as the first contraction hit, pushing her into a world that was no longer her own.
You know I love you. His dark eyes held truth and she knew that he was right... he loved her and she loved him and there was nothing for it.
But I have to go now, I have to fight for all I'm worth. I'm sorry I can't bring you but it would never work... if I don't return before the foal is born raise him the best you can I know you're a good mother.
She raised her head towards the sky, pain clouding her vision. A cry was released from her maw before she knew what she was doing. The contractions were coming faster and faster and pain scalded her belly, an uncontrollable fire burning her to pieces.
She had been alone for nearly a year now. She knew the foal was due soon but she couldn't leave when he just might be coming back. She gazed into the distance with tear-filled chasms and her heart jumped to see an approaching figure. She ran towards it as fast her her swollen belly would allow but when she saw who it was her heart fell. The messenger's voice was pained as she spoke to Last Dance.
Dance... I hate to tell you this, in fact I shouldn't... but Spark is never coming back.
The blood drained from Last Dance's face, the stress showing plainly in her eyes along with a single question.
The young colt spoke again, hating his job as a messenger. He's not dead. The lyrics were bitter. But... he's not coming back. He doesn't want a family to tie him down, he wants glory.
Glory, bloody glory, the glory of a foal and the pain and the blood. She strained with all she had but the foal seemed to be straining against her with all it had. In fairytales the prince never left the princess they just lived happily ever after...
She didn't know how much time had passed, time crying out in pain as the agony tore her to pieces. She kept reminding herself to think of the foal, think of what would come from this anguish, this torture.
And soon it came. The hardest contraction of all hit and Last dance felt her body giving up, convulsing with pain and with a tiny pop, she knew that the pain was over and the truth of foaling had come.
***
The foal was tiny and wet as Last Dance licked the sac from the small form. She had her mother's blue eyes with a tint of green and her pelt was stained a beautiful chestnut- the color of Spark.... the color of grief. But this filly was far too beautiful to install grief... her legs were long and well sculpted as was the rest of her. She looked strong and athletic and her bright aqua eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness to enter the world. How could such a beautiful creature have caused so much pain just minutes ago?
Yes, the filly was perfect. As perfect as a happily-ever-after ending, as perfect as a fairytale. A happy ending to Last Dance's pain-filled life. And so as she gazed into her daughter's bright blue orbs, she knew.
Your name is Fairytale.
***
Last Dance stayed with Fairytale at the foaling grounds for a few weeks as Fairytale grew into a strong and beautiful filly. But she knew she couldn't stay here forever... she had to find a stag to take care of her, whether he truly loved her or not.
The cream-colored fae stumbled into the sunny forest, her sky blue eyes wide with the pain of labor. Her swollen belly magnetized to the ground and she fell before she knew where she was. Her surroundings flashed before her and she clenched her eyes closed. Everything started spinning as the first contraction hit, pushing her into a world that was no longer her own.
You know I love you. His dark eyes held truth and she knew that he was right... he loved her and she loved him and there was nothing for it.
But I have to go now, I have to fight for all I'm worth. I'm sorry I can't bring you but it would never work... if I don't return before the foal is born raise him the best you can I know you're a good mother.
She raised her head towards the sky, pain clouding her vision. A cry was released from her maw before she knew what she was doing. The contractions were coming faster and faster and pain scalded her belly, an uncontrollable fire burning her to pieces.
She had been alone for nearly a year now. She knew the foal was due soon but she couldn't leave when he just might be coming back. She gazed into the distance with tear-filled chasms and her heart jumped to see an approaching figure. She ran towards it as fast her her swollen belly would allow but when she saw who it was her heart fell. The messenger's voice was pained as she spoke to Last Dance.
Dance... I hate to tell you this, in fact I shouldn't... but Spark is never coming back.
The blood drained from Last Dance's face, the stress showing plainly in her eyes along with a single question.
The young colt spoke again, hating his job as a messenger. He's not dead. The lyrics were bitter. But... he's not coming back. He doesn't want a family to tie him down, he wants glory.
Glory, bloody glory, the glory of a foal and the pain and the blood. She strained with all she had but the foal seemed to be straining against her with all it had. In fairytales the prince never left the princess they just lived happily ever after...
She didn't know how much time had passed, time crying out in pain as the agony tore her to pieces. She kept reminding herself to think of the foal, think of what would come from this anguish, this torture.
And soon it came. The hardest contraction of all hit and Last dance felt her body giving up, convulsing with pain and with a tiny pop, she knew that the pain was over and the truth of foaling had come.
***
The foal was tiny and wet as Last Dance licked the sac from the small form. She had her mother's blue eyes with a tint of green and her pelt was stained a beautiful chestnut- the color of Spark.... the color of grief. But this filly was far too beautiful to install grief... her legs were long and well sculpted as was the rest of her. She looked strong and athletic and her bright aqua eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness to enter the world. How could such a beautiful creature have caused so much pain just minutes ago?
Yes, the filly was perfect. As perfect as a happily-ever-after ending, as perfect as a fairytale. A happy ending to Last Dance's pain-filled life. And so as she gazed into her daughter's bright blue orbs, she knew.
Your name is Fairytale.
***
Last Dance stayed with Fairytale at the foaling grounds for a few weeks as Fairytale grew into a strong and beautiful filly. But she knew she couldn't stay here forever... she had to find a stag to take care of her, whether he truly loved her or not.
