Alabaster bella o' uncomparable beauty wanders aimlessly o'er th' toptgraphy, not even registering where 'er flints are carrying 'er. 'tis only 'till th' geo 'neath 'er disappears, and 'he almost tumbles to 'er death, does 'he jerk from 'er daydreams. As 'he realises where 'he is, 'he lids 'er pools, and shudders as painful memories come flooding back.

A bloody chestnut hellion stands by a alpine bella, their love seemingly eternal, yet eternally forbidden. Th' belle's gaze becomes strangely drawn to th' azure waters o' th' waterfall, then suddenly breaks away, tears spilling from 'er lanterns. 'he mutters a few hurried words to th' czar, and they both four-beat 'way in different directions, their love shattered in a moment.

'he flicks 'er bodice with 'er flag harshly, stopping 'er memories before they got to their worst. Suddenly, a wild, unthinkable idea comes to 'er. Supposing 'he calls for a passed equine, and suppose Legesain appears? Although 'he loaths 'im, and all th' Cursed's 'e used to rule, 'he still ne'er 'ad th' chance to say goodbye to 'im. 'he is 'bout to begin 'er summons, when an image pops into 'er cerebrum - Elessar watching 'is first sunrise, and Hacer standing by 'im. 'he could not do that to them. But did they need to know? Hacer does not yet know 'bout Legesain, 'he wonders whether 'he will e'er tell 'im. And Elessar...Elessar does not know o' Legesain, and if 'e e'er 'ears bout 'im shall only be 'ow 'is uncle slayed 'im during a battle between th' alliances.

Letting out an elegant whinny afore 'he as a chance to change 'er mind, 'he paces nerviously, wondering whether 'e would even come, or whether 'e even wishes to see 'er 'gain.

Legesain was awoken from what felt like a trance. The next thing he knew he was rising to the geo above him and actually through it. He stopped moving and looked around, his cold optics shutting. He had seen anything but hell fire since his death. The sun was almost too overwhelming.

Pools moved to his daggers and then around him. That`s when his pools laid `pon a figure not far from him. His pools once dark glowed red from both rage and his bond with hell. He lunged forward, aiming for the wenches juglar. He was jerked back with unbelievably painful force. Chains made of fire emitted from the ground and engulfed his pillars. He glared at Dancer, his muscles straining against the hold the devil had on him. Afraid he would run off? Perhaps.

He swore by the gods he would find Rebel and get her to release the devil`s hold on his soul. Then he would bring hell `pon the mortal world with a vengence these lands had never seen. He smirked at the thought, his pearls revealed as his librims curled up in laughter. The stupid wretch in front of him had no idea what she was dealing with.
"Dancer, you don`t look as young or beautiful as I remember."
He sneered with a smirk. he had yet to age past 3 now that he was immortal. His pools turned into a cold and emotionless stare.
"What do you want?"
He spat with hatred.

Th' belle sighs sadly. 'e isn't going to come, 'he is sure o' it. Turning to leave 'he notices a distinct chill in th' air, and shivers. 'er visionaries spy a daisy, it's jaune sphere tipped with ivorn petals, wither and die. 'he becomes aware o 'a prescense 'hind 'er, and spins on 'er haunches. 'er gaze falls on th' blood-bay hellion, and then to th' chains restraining 'im. 'er breath rises in clouds as th' cold pierces 'er fine epidermis, and 'he senses th' bitter animosity radiating from th' brute.

'he takes a step back in shock, 'er 'eart giving a painful thump as 'he takes in 'is familiar form. 'he meets 'is gaze, and then drops 'er orbs, unable to hold it under 'is glares. At 'is cursings 'he gives 'im a look o' utter animosty, thinking 'erself now insane to 'ave called for 'im.

And that is because yer own orbs are clouded with hell fire, 'he says loudly, unafraid o' 'is cold behaviour. At 'is last syllables 'he wonders - why am I 'ere? 'he supposes 'twas just because 'he never 'a th' chance to say a proper goodbye.

I just came to see ye...for the last time, 'he says, dropping 'er tones and making them softer for the last sentence.

Legesain looked at the femme and tossed his crown. he had no pity to spare for the wench. He would be somewhat decent this meeting becuase the next time she saw him would be the last. The next time she saw him, he would be killing off her pathetic kind one by one.

Cold windows took in Dancer. She seemed sad, an emotion that she was beyond understanding. She mourned for her father`s death an old and dying stag. So in vegence allowed her brother to take a young one, a czar in his prime. Suppose it was the old eye for an eye justice, however, he had yet to have his revenge. It was easy to kill, you didn`t have to live with the fact you could never feel again. Never share the pleasant everyday experiances.

A cold crown turns at her words. He stared at her with lifeless eyes. His skin once so warm, was now cold with death. He pelt like marble, perfect and unreal. He relaxed, looking like a perfect statue of the czar himself. No flaws could be found. Slowly the corners of his lips pulled up into a smile.
"My pools can see perfectly, and that perfect vision will be just as good when I over see the slaughtering of your family and kind. Dancer, do not think for one minute this is the last you`ll see of me."

She let go, so could he. He would have no restraints once he got away from the devil`s hold. He would be ruthless and unstoppable. If the equines thought he was bad ruling they would feel a fury never before laid upon the pathetic race that had posioned these lands for long enough. He would let go of himself, let his ambitions control him completely. His dark pools, once so lively and bright, remained emotionless. He was a prophet, did she really think that in death his 'gifts' would leave him? That fate didn`t know that he would need them when he returned. That fate hadn`t given him a vision of a glorious future.
"Fate isn`t a kind lady."
Legesain said in hushed, yet menacing tones. He knew Dancer would understand the promise in his words. Rebel would come and she would unleash a monster. He wouldn`t be Legesain anymore, he would be beast who would chase it`s every whim and desire, leaving only devestation behind him.Dancer was no longer dealing with just another dark, she was dealing with death itself.

As th' czar tosses 'is crown th' alabaster belle looks into 'is orbs. 'he sees a blazing inferno o' crimson flame rage within them. 'he 'as ne'er seen such animosity in another equine, and it shocks 'er. 'as 'e forgotten their time at th' waterfall? Obviously so. As 'e stares at 'er, 'he watches th' sod and shuffles 'er cresents 'round, uncomfortable under 'is bitter gaze. 'he wonders what 'e is thinking. Aware 'is gaze 'as passes on, 'he straightens up and throws 'er pallid cerebrum, canvas glowing with iridiscent ivory. Flicking 'er tresses from 'er copper spheres 'he glares at 'im, no inclination to continue their dialogue for much longer. 'he narrows 'er lanterns as 'e smirks, wondering what 'e 'is going to do next. In truth, 'he is a little afraid o' 'im, for th' czar 'he once loved is now gone fore'er, to be replaced by this bloodthirsty menace.

'he always believed that there was some good within 'im, e'en when 'e became King o' th' Shadows. But now, what good was there left? No mercy, no compassion, no soul. As 'e speaks, 'e only confirms 'er suspicions. Sadness engulfs ‘er as ‘he realises ‘e is not th’ czar ‘he once loved so dearly, ‘e is no more than a malevolent beast, desiring ‘is revenge on th’ Sacred alliance that ‘ave torn ‘im from th’ mortal plane. ‘he feels like saying to ‘im, Why, Legesain? Do ye not remember how ye pledged thine love to thee under the waterfall? Can ye not recall how ye asked me to be yer queen, and how we frolicked under the light of the sun? Darkness cannot overwhelm a love that was so young and strong. Have the shadows taken away thine memories aswell as thy soul?, but 'he knows 'he will be speaking to deaf audits. And so instead, 'he merely looks at 'im, 'er orbs meeting 'is. 'he pays no attention to th' fact 'is orbits are blank and cold, 'he stares deeper and deeper into 'im.

'he sees no emotion within 'is blazing oculars, only that o'a wild, passionate desire...for revenge. Frankly, it terrifies 'er to think o' what 'e could do if 'is vengeance is unleashed 'pon th' Sacred lands. 'he also realises that all of 'er family ... Autumn, Hacer, Elessar ... will be 'is prime targets for when 'e returns to th' mortal plane. 'he knows 'e will 'ave no restraints... Autumn was th' one who slaughtered 'im th' first place, Hacer would risk death to protect 'er, and e'en though Elessar is still enjoying th' joys o' youth, 'e will show no mercy to one o' 'er bloodline. Aware that 'he 'is still silent, and 'as not yet answered 'im, 'he realises what madness 'twas to come 'ere in th' first place, although at least 'he can warn 'er loved ones o' th' peril they are in.

Goodbye, Legesain. 'he says quietly, and turns to leave.

Legesain felt rage grew within him at her thoughts. He reared in rage before coming back down to earth gracefully. Optics wandered back to Dancer as she is leaving. He is not done with his torment, not ready to let her leave just yet. His librims part not to call her back but to unleash curses that would make her halt and listen. Words she could not ignore.

"Dancer ye think to yerself about asking me all these questions about our youth, about the waterfall. But tell whom was it that found another, that had a brat with another. I never broke my vow, and I have yet to. Nothing I have done had ever shown I didn`t love ye. Everything ye did has not said that to me, it`s screamed it at me."

Legesain said in a calm and loud voice. Her sonar could not miss it. He would read her thoughts anyway if she did not reply to him. His gaze slowly moved to the chains around his body and legs. They softly pulled as her distance from him increased. The chains wished to drag him back to their hell, they wanted him and would never let him escape into the mortal world. Only two could break these chains, and one would.

Legesain`s gaze moved away from the chains that had began to drag up to his hooves back under the soil, to the Hades he had come from. His gaze fell upon the retreating form of Dancer. Librims parted to say a final message, not a goodbye but a farewell for now.
"Do not bother telling yer family, the light god himself could not protect them. It would be a waste for them to run or hide, I would find them."
He promised in a calm and collected tone.

'er harks flicker 'hind 'er momentarily as 'he senses 'is movement, and 'er visionaries catch a glimpse o' 'is actions. If 'e thinks 'he is going to listen to more o' 'is lyricals, 'e is mistaken. Continuing 'er exit from th' terrain, 'he slows 'er hinds, bringing 'er to what 'he only wants to be a momentary halt. At 'is words a stricken look flashes briefly 'cross 'er visage, and 'he crosses 'er hinds o'er t'other elegantly, while keeping 'er fores planted in their current position, succeeding in pivoting 'er one hundred and eighty degrees to once 'gain face th' ghostal hellion.

Glaring at 'im, wondering 'ow 'he could e'er 'ave loved such a monster, 'he listens to 'im, and although 'he knows what 'e says is true, it sparks th' anger that 'as gradually been building 'side 'er e'er since 'e began 'is ravings. 'he 'ad 'oped that 'he could curb 'is bloodlusting spirit, but now 'he 'as no inclination to do such a thing, knowing 'tis hopeless for 'er to e'en attempt such a task. Knowing what 'he is about to say will probably put 'er in e'en more danger, 'he bursts out with 'er verbal attack afore 'he can stop 'erself.

Yer words are poison to my audits. Ye speak of broken vows and supposed betrayals, as ye would so charmingly put it. Ye know, under that waterfall, and 'till a few moments back, I really believed that ye could change, that there was something within ye that is not poisoned by hate or revenge. But now I see ye for what ye really are. Ye were born with a splinter o' darkness in yer soul, and that grew and grew 'till ye became what ye are today. Ye are a servant o' th' Shadows, whereas I belong fully to the light. Ye think just because an equine belongs to the light they are yer natural enemy, as its always been. Well, the truth is, it doesn't 'ave to be like that. Ye 'ave a choice. Ye can be what ye want. Ye don't 'ave to belong to th' dark, do ye not see? 'Tis ne'er to late to change. Ye are just too blinded to see that! 'he says in 'er anger-infused lyricals, glaring at 'im fiercly throughout th' entire duration o' 'er outburst. 'he is silent for a moment, 'er gaze resting 'pon 'is orbits for a moment longer, afore tearing 'er almond spheres from 'is and pivoting sharply 'round. 'er harks flick 'hind 'er as 'e speaks 'gain, and a smile smile plays on 'er librims at 'is comment 'bout th' Sacred God. 'e couldn't protect them? Well, Legesain would 'ave a suprise when 'e turned up to find Blaze there. If 'e thought Autumn or Hacer would run and hide from 'im, 'e 'ad another thing coming. But Elessar... . 'he feels a stab o' worry within 'er 'eart, th' feeling only a mother can 'ave when they know their child is in danger. 'he may 'ave, in th' duration o' 'bout two minutes, signed th' death warrants of 'er three loved ones.

'e 'ad already brought about th' death o' 'er parents, 'er sire by a mortal wound, and 'er dam from a broken heart. If 'e thinks that 'he will let 'im destroy th' rest o' 'er family as easily, 'e is mistaken. 'he 'as matured immensly since 'er involvments with 'is mortal being, and 'he knows that 'he is th' only mortal to pose a threat to Rebel, th' spawn o' th' devil 'imself. Tearing th' thoughts from 'er mind 'he resists th' urge to turn 'round and spit at 'im, and continues to exit th' land, passing th' terrain border, and, quickening 'er paces to four beats, heads for Silverstream Moutain, where 'er sibling is waiting.

Legesain stood stock still, yet `is voice screamed at Dancer. `is librims unmoving. `e was inside `er head.
"No matter how far ye go, ye canoot escape me."

`e voice hissed in a deadly promise. `e smirked, knowing that `he would run to `er pitful family and warn them and they would come up with some pathetic plan to try and destroy `im. But what they knew not yet is when `e returned `e would be immortal and within unlimited power. Power that could even beat Dancer`s healing power and kill `er. `e would be truely unstoppable.

`e looked down as the chains of hell tightened and began to drag `im down. `e slowly shut `is eyes, picturing the warm green forest around `im. `e would hold that picture close to `is heart until Rebel came.

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