by GoldenStateOfMind » Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:02 am
It took nearly an hour, and his hands were rubbed raw by the time he managed to pull himself through the tangles of branches and rough bark, but Chris found the platform. There his sword was, at it's best, shining softly in the dim light. He made s grab for it and cradles it in his arms. He felt hope blossom in him, but he stamped on the new feeling, attempting to crush it. He hated hope. It was a poisonous thing, that grew and gave you life only to trick you and leave you even weaker than before. He didn't need hope. He needed courage. He took a rest, breathing heavily and stroking the last gift Arowin had given him. He had to accept the fact that she was going to die, perhaps was already dead. Then he could move on, form his love for her into something the Hood could be supported with. No, not the Hood. Emerald was gone too. It was just Rebecca and the Prince and himself. A curious band of allies. Chris rose tom his feet and began to retreat down the trunk. Time to find the others, if they were still out there.
Sam nodded, resisting the urge to leave and escape this confusing madness. He could not stand being told what to do. He had to be in control. He itches everywhere. He looked around awkwardly, feeling his neck and wincing at the dark bruises that were already forming. "I don't own a horse," he admitted, feeling too tired to run right now.
Stephan shook off his wariness of Sam and focused the problem ahead of them. "You can take Arowin's horse," he decided hesitantly. He gestured to the stables, then realized Sam was not about to go find Ace and went himself. He called out gently, looking for the stallion. He loved horses, and the hidden place smelled strongly of them. It was comforting. He missed Sinner, who had been left in the woods alone when Emerald had returned.
Who are you to claim you're misunderstood?
~Keep a Golden State of mind~