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Part One: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2567272/
Part Two: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2567388/
The shire's mind was whirring..... the malamutt had come dashing into the room, tail wagging to see what the commotion was all about, instead of running away from the sound... the big horse had stood up, taken aim, and fired at the mirror, shattering it....
The moment seemed to last forever, frozen in time, the tiniest wisp of smoke curling up from the tip of the barrel... the image had cackled, and then vanished from sight. He drew a breath, and then sank to his knees, sobbing, the firearm dropping from his hands, clattering to the floor, its job done, its purpose fulfilled....
"I'm......not innocent...." He cried to himself... the familiar wall that had been there so long, his suspension of disbelief, the glass wall in his mind had shattered along with the mirror above the piano. He felt sickened... but even as a few drops of black paint added to a white paint bucket will make a beautiful grey, it never appears so at first sight as it begins to blend in.
A familiar object gazed blankly at him from the nearby bed as the stallion cried, a small white horse plush that the Shire had always slept with. Seeking comfort, he crawled into bed, still sniffling, he curled tightly around his Equus Plush, and cried out in anguish, feeling betrayed by himself, feeling the pain of the world rushing in to engulf him....
An all too familiar voice seemed to echo in his head one last time... "I did say I can help you...to be a big horse, you must make yourself their equal..." And with that, the shire felt something stir deep within him, in a place he hadn't felt before... a place beyond the shattered wall. A dark aura swelling up, bringing with it courage.... conviction. More willpower than the shire knew he had to begin with... the power to stand up. The heavy drafter shuddered, sniffling silently, tears dripping down his muzzle onto the white plush horse, slowly crying himself to sleep....
And so, our story ends. Or is this where it begins?
In the end, the horse gains his wish, but loses something dear. Perhaps, this is the game of life that we all play. Give and take... to gain, you must lose.
I wanted to be a different horse, and yet, I was not willing to give up what I was, and so the change was not quite complete. So, today I embrace my demon. I am not sorry. It's not my fault. There are plenty of stupid people out there doing stupid things. I will help those I can, but I will not regret those I cannot. I have lost my innocence, but I have gained the power to say no, to stand up against others and hold my own.
Today marks the end of an era- and the beginning of a new one.
My honor is stained with my own blood, and that is how it should be.
Thank you for listening.
Part Two: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2567388/
The shire's mind was whirring..... the malamutt had come dashing into the room, tail wagging to see what the commotion was all about, instead of running away from the sound... the big horse had stood up, taken aim, and fired at the mirror, shattering it....
The moment seemed to last forever, frozen in time, the tiniest wisp of smoke curling up from the tip of the barrel... the image had cackled, and then vanished from sight. He drew a breath, and then sank to his knees, sobbing, the firearm dropping from his hands, clattering to the floor, its job done, its purpose fulfilled....
"I'm......not innocent...." He cried to himself... the familiar wall that had been there so long, his suspension of disbelief, the glass wall in his mind had shattered along with the mirror above the piano. He felt sickened... but even as a few drops of black paint added to a white paint bucket will make a beautiful grey, it never appears so at first sight as it begins to blend in.
A familiar object gazed blankly at him from the nearby bed as the stallion cried, a small white horse plush that the Shire had always slept with. Seeking comfort, he crawled into bed, still sniffling, he curled tightly around his Equus Plush, and cried out in anguish, feeling betrayed by himself, feeling the pain of the world rushing in to engulf him....
An all too familiar voice seemed to echo in his head one last time... "I did say I can help you...to be a big horse, you must make yourself their equal..." And with that, the shire felt something stir deep within him, in a place he hadn't felt before... a place beyond the shattered wall. A dark aura swelling up, bringing with it courage.... conviction. More willpower than the shire knew he had to begin with... the power to stand up. The heavy drafter shuddered, sniffling silently, tears dripping down his muzzle onto the white plush horse, slowly crying himself to sleep....
And so, our story ends. Or is this where it begins?
In the end, the horse gains his wish, but loses something dear. Perhaps, this is the game of life that we all play. Give and take... to gain, you must lose.
I wanted to be a different horse, and yet, I was not willing to give up what I was, and so the change was not quite complete. So, today I embrace my demon. I am not sorry. It's not my fault. There are plenty of stupid people out there doing stupid things. I will help those I can, but I will not regret those I cannot. I have lost my innocence, but I have gained the power to say no, to stand up against others and hold my own.
Today marks the end of an era- and the beginning of a new one.
My honor is stained with my own blood, and that is how it should be.
Thank you for listening.
Category Music / All
Species Horse
Size 120 x 119px
File Size 4.36 MB
Truly, to deny some aspect of yourself is to live a broken, incomplete existence, and the shadow self might be the most undesirable one to accept. Being brought up all your life in such a way as to see it as evil or wrong I can only imagine how hard it must be. The truth can be far beyond what you've come to expect, as well. Looks like my beautiful shire is realizing that truth.
Every day until we die, we grow up a little more. We just never stop growing older, not in the sense of age, but in wisdom and maturity. You never cease to amaze me as you continue to grow up, Flare <3 And your music just keeps growing with you ]:8)
Every day until we die, we grow up a little more. We just never stop growing older, not in the sense of age, but in wisdom and maturity. You never cease to amaze me as you continue to grow up, Flare <3 And your music just keeps growing with you ]:8)
foxamoore
Wow man... epic short term read, full of soul and beauty, it's rare that I can shed a tear when reading something and unknown to me to be able to do so after such a short (in comparison to books mind you ^^ ) read. Bravo... Bravo.. <3
P.S. The music in the background of all three of these fit quite lovely, Hope to see you around.
P.S. The music in the background of all three of these fit quite lovely, Hope to see you around.
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