Deep Regrets
“I don’t want to be pulled into your schemes anymore, faerie.”
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With a great sigh, you tell the black mare, “No, I will not go to the church to rescue your son, I’m sorry.”
Behind you, the dark forest seems to echo your words; an eerie wind whips through the leaves.
The horse’s nostrils flare and she stamps a hoof on the muddy ground. “Can you hear yourself? My son is still a child, a foal. Yet you would leave him in the hands of kidnappers?”
You shake your head. “It’s not that I want to be heartless. But I’m not sure what I’m getting into, and I honestly don’t trust you. You weren’t exactly kind when you pushed me out here, with my lover dead.”
Your voice trembles as you say that, regretting all that you have done. “I don’t want to be pulled into your schemes anymore, faerie. I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else to do your bidding.”
The mare’s eyes harden into livid green stones. At long last, she says, “As you wish, human.” The scorn in her tone is sharp as glass. “I’ll leave you alone to live your lost, hopeless life. I gave you a chance, but you tossed it away. Farewell.”
With that, the beautiful mare gallops away. Her silhouette vanishes into the mist, and the black forest becomes deadly silent. In just a moment, it’s as though she has never existed.
Just as she predicted, you wander through the rest of your life in a lost, despairing haze. Your lover Asha, the black mare, your parents…all of them have abandoned you. Your life has no more meaning.
