Post by creamwolfgurl on Apr 16, 2007 18:17:18 GMT -5
Sawrah circled the forest, searching for Lunar. He was going to fight and beat him, once and for all. NO one could defeat him, before was just a fluke.
Fuming, he continued his flight, with the hope that Lunar had crashed into the ground and gotten hurt.
A thin smile spread over his face at the thought, and it wasn’t a happy expression. He didn’t know but he was flying to the East, past Lunar’s crash landing and toward the sea.
*****
Sairon was worried. His son had been missing for two days and Mirri, Lunar’s mother, had been hounding him to find him. Eve’s mother too, had beseeched him to find her little filly. Sairon had gone over his lands twice already but looked once more. This time he noticed the ragged edges of cloud where Eve had fought and fallen, where Lunar had raced over the edge to help her.
*******
Lunar kept up a steady pace, forcing himself not to spring into the air. He had already tried twice, landing in a hurry and falling over.
He wanted to hurry, needed to, yet he was trapped on the ground, waiting for his wrenched wing to heal. Anger rose in him, anger at his helplessness.
When he was at his worst, two or three days later, he finally saw the huge rocky walls of the Ravine rising in front and around him.
As he walked farther into the canyon, hooves echoing throughout the rock-strewn walls, he heard a scream reverberating through the sky. Sucking in a breath and shying to one side, he looked up, scanning the skies he longed to fly in. And saw the majestic figure of the eagle dark against a cloud.
“Eagle!” he cried, his voice resonating all through the heavens. “Eagle, please come. I need help!”
The eagle soaring above shrieked again dismissively, but swooped down. “What!? Flying Stracht, why do you not fly? It is most unbecoming, and surely boring to walk the ground when you can wing the sky?”
Fuming, he continued his flight, with the hope that Lunar had crashed into the ground and gotten hurt.
A thin smile spread over his face at the thought, and it wasn’t a happy expression. He didn’t know but he was flying to the East, past Lunar’s crash landing and toward the sea.
*****
Sairon was worried. His son had been missing for two days and Mirri, Lunar’s mother, had been hounding him to find him. Eve’s mother too, had beseeched him to find her little filly. Sairon had gone over his lands twice already but looked once more. This time he noticed the ragged edges of cloud where Eve had fought and fallen, where Lunar had raced over the edge to help her.
*******
Lunar kept up a steady pace, forcing himself not to spring into the air. He had already tried twice, landing in a hurry and falling over.
He wanted to hurry, needed to, yet he was trapped on the ground, waiting for his wrenched wing to heal. Anger rose in him, anger at his helplessness.
When he was at his worst, two or three days later, he finally saw the huge rocky walls of the Ravine rising in front and around him.
As he walked farther into the canyon, hooves echoing throughout the rock-strewn walls, he heard a scream reverberating through the sky. Sucking in a breath and shying to one side, he looked up, scanning the skies he longed to fly in. And saw the majestic figure of the eagle dark against a cloud.
“Eagle!” he cried, his voice resonating all through the heavens. “Eagle, please come. I need help!”
The eagle soaring above shrieked again dismissively, but swooped down. “What!? Flying Stracht, why do you not fly? It is most unbecoming, and surely boring to walk the ground when you can wing the sky?”