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"You cling to weakness." voices repeated at him in a cacophony of what seemed multitudes of tongues, each and all indistinguishable from one another once together, though he still could understand wha... View More"You cling to weakness." voices repeated at him in a cacophony of what seemed multitudes of tongues, each and all indistinguishable from one another once together, though he still could understand what was spoken. His eye burned, itched, the socket on fire with an agonizing dull sting of the images that flashed into its periphery. Hawk was exhausted, sweat-soaked and the fog of his breath in the cold of early-dawn.
The blade of his weapon rung in the dead night air, the hymn of the blade, a chorus for every foe felled. Its dim glow flashed under starlight, flickering with each strike and stab as the stallion cut through what ought not be there, were it not for the blotted trail that he left behind at his every wake. His muscles twitched and ached and his lungs were on fire. Minor cuts dotted his body, scratches from running through bramble and combating these hellish monstrosities had since taken their toll on the pony, but his resolve was stronger still.
They were like reversed echoes, beginning as whispers and ending as overbearing roars demanding his soul and his flesh, commanding him to relent and give in.
The warrior cried out in a war cry, loud and long. Staring them down while he stood in a very weary stance on almost wobbly legs, he pounded his chest once with his right hoof, then the left. "BEGONE FROM ME, YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME AS YOU HAD THAT DAY!" He shouted at seemingly nothing while ominous cackling flowed in the atmosphere.
He was exhausted, the only thing keeping him standing was the thought of seeing that sun peek over the horizon once more. Only an hour or two to go, and every time he questioned if he would see it this time. And by the time dawn would come, all that would remain would be the heaped form of a crimson pony, barely able to even close his eyes from the severe stress his body had undergone.
Peace...as much as what could be called peace, would rescue him once the light of day awoke unto the world below. There he rested, out of breath and shaking from fatigue. Were it not for the pain, he would have collapsed on the spot to rest. He sat against a rock, looking up to the sky as he watched the stars begin to yield their luster to the waking day. Slowly and eventually, the cold dawn cooled him, and he fell asleep to the safety of the light, the only thing that consoled him in such times anymore.
