~Where the Angels are hidden

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S e r i n d i p i t y

Change the course of Fate, and you will see what benefits you reap.

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What a Beautiful Dancer...

"Huh?"

You're beautiful, young one. Amazing grace. It's a pity you've died.
"W-who is this?"

Who do you think, daughter?

"Father? Is that really you?"

Yes, my dear Serendipity.

"What happened?"

The herd, all of the mares where murdered by stallions.

"Mom?"

She's gone. You're now a fallen angel, m'dear, please choose your fate wisley.

"How do I choose my fate..?"

You will see...





Then, like a nightmare, the voice slowly faded away. It wasn't as if you couldn't feel his strong presence there; you could. But his voice, so beautiful and velvety, made one feel as if she was the most beautiful mare. The mare, apparently a fallen angel, was laying in the corner of the cave, her body was crumpled over itself, and she was wheezing heavily. Blood stained her livley chesnut pelt, most of the hoof prints belonging to her own father. Her own father that lied to her. Her own father that bred her forcefully. Her own father that killed her.

Her own father. Her eyes had become a milky auburn color, pollute with the thoughts around her. Serendipity stopped her breathing for a moment, and she realized, she had no need to breath. She died. So why did she have the need to breath? She didn't. It was a choice. Choose your own fate. "That's what he means," although injured, her voice was as beautiful as a muse's song. The surreal mare stood up and shook her pelt, and like that, her sorrows and misery fell off, landing at her feet as dark, dirty water. She looked at her reflection - she looked the same, now, except for the small golden clow that surrounded her body, and the occasional floating of her mane and tail.


~Two Years Later~

In the past two years, the filly had learned a lot about being dead. Well, half dead would be a better way to word it. Serendipity learned she could make herself seem 'invisible' when she wanted to, although it was a reaction whenever embarassed. The bad, horrible curse she got from her father, was that she'd always smell as if she was in heat. Always. "He was sick and twisted," was what she told her friends, but they never believed she was telling the truth. Ever. So now, she lived alone near a waterfall. The water came up to her knees, but once she passed the powerful torrent of the waterfall, she was in a cave that was just as beautiful and mystic as her. None of that mattered, though. Stallions would line up and wait for days for her to speak to them, but she never did. She treated them with the cold shoulder, nothing more, because that's what she thought they deserved. They deserve it, she thought to herself as she crawled under a ledge, keeping her safe and tucked away from the outside world she envied so much. To be alive again, she'd kill anyone, to feel again, she'd walk across the earth. To be a horse, and not a fallen angel...



~The Next Morning~

The song of the birds awoke Serendipity, rising her to her feet. She grinned and whickered lowly, nosing a small finch, "Hello," she greeted. "Hello!" the finch chirped in reply, landing on the top of the chestnut mare's head, wriggling into her silky mane. "It's beautiful in here, ma'am." the small bird complimented, puffing up her feathers. "Thank you. Now, please, don't call me ma'am." Serendipity chuckled, slowly walking out of the waterfall - not a single drop of water fell upon her or the bird, nor did any water tamper with her gorgeous pelt as she walked through the river, making her way to the enchanted forest. "They're awaiting you're arrival," the bird said, trying to hurry the mare along. "Okay," Serendipity replied slowly, quickening to a trot, then transitioning into a liquid gallop that easily carried her to a circle of forest animals, all amazingly beautiful, like her. "Hello, Serenindipity," one large deer said, bowing elegantly. "Hello," she nickered, bowing her head in a tight, well mannered movement.



~The ceremony~
The mare positioned herself in the middle of the gathering, her serene looking over each hare, doe, and bird. The finch nestled deeper into her mane, and soon fell asleep, leaving her feeling so alone in an area full of so many caring strangers. "Serendipity, of the Enchanted forest." came a strong voice, soon followed by...her father? The mare squealed and reared up, stepping back. "No!" she screeched, turning around and bolting out of the forest, bypassing the river, and making a one-way trip to the green canyons; the only hope she had left. "What's the matter, queen?" the finch asked, awakening slowly. "That was my father.." she weeped, stopping at the foot of a very large mountainous hill, her tears streaming down her delicate cheeks like the waterfall she adored. "Please don't leave me, Brooks, I..I just can't be alone.." Serendipity pleaded, lowering her head. "Don't worry. I am your loyal subject." the finch said, although she was no longer in the angel's mane, and was fluttering around her face, trying to get answers. "Why would your father be king-to-be of the forest?" she asked, flicking a tear away with one of her wings. "I..I don't know.." Serendipity shrugged her withers and laid down, her eyes blotted out by the constant tears she felt. "Oh, well. I guess it wasn't your fate..."



Choose your own fate.


;Serendipity;

[Akecheta & Leah]

Running through the wide, open fields was like walking into a loving, warm home. Leah's hard, black hooves pounded the summer ground loudly, sending a thunderous roar throughout her body and could be heard no further than 1,000 yards away.
Mane and tail wipping her body, the mare tossed her elegantly carved head into the empty air and let out a song of pure happiness. This sound, however, carried for miles and joined in with the call of the mighty Bald Eagle that was simply called Eggie, a nickname Leah had pinned onto the bird of America. In return, the horse recieved her nickname Le-Le.
Both animals seemed to be racing, the shadow of the bird always ahead of the equine. Except for one moment, one of those rare, skin chilling moments of amazement, when the light grey mustang mare exploded with a sudden burst of speed. Her legs stretched out, farther and farther, and her neck thrusted in rythme with her steps. The mare tossed her head and screamed out again, a snicker to the airborne animal above, who called back in a loud squack. The horse's body moved ahead of the avian's shadow, making her the winner of today's race.

~ Hours Later ~

Both animals had grown tired, legs and wings feeling numb from their hard work out. Leah had lain down on a large, nearly mountain sized, hill to rest herself. She curled up, hed near the stomach, and closed her ember eyes as Eggie perched herself on the horse's back. Both of them seemed to be sleeping, though ears very alert.
When the sound of others speaking neared them, the avian flicked open her endless black eyes and tightened her grip on Le-Le's back. Snorting, the equine raised her head and looked around, ears swivelling in all directions. Finally they pointed forward, Leah's eyes traveling down the hill and landing on a small, colorful bird and a mare, who didn't appear to be so happy.
Eggie cawed again and flew up from the mare's back, rising high in the air. She flapped her enormous wings and looked down her long, yellow beak at the two figures that had grown ant size from such heights.
The grey mare jumped to her feet, shaking out her pelt and flicking her tail as she cautiously walked to the edge of the hill, where it began to slope dangerously down and ended at the feet of the other equine. Leah couldn't quite pin-point why this horse seemed to strangely different, but then her eyes widened when she realized. This horse had an odd glow around the shape of her body, and seemed like you could see right through her. Le-Le snorted and shook her head, not believing what she saw.
But when Eggie came down from her flight, landing on the mare's rump, the bird told the same observation. Both animals were puzzled and watched with a confused expression on their gracious faces.

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The surreal mare looked at the other mare, then the eagle, then back to the mare. Brooks, who had puffed out in her own defense to look bigger, had hid behind on of Sere's tear-drop shaped ears, that where, at the moment, pointed erect towards the two outsiders. Everything was silent for a long moment, until Serendipity drew a long breath and back away, pinning her ears back, thus squishing Brooks down into her imperfect mane. "Hello," she spoke solemnly, her musical voice carrying only far enough for the mare and eagle to hear, no one else. The finch, who had to get out of hiding, flapped her wings and sighed, baring her beak-lip-thingies together, making a small grinding sound. "It's a pleasure to see a friendly face around here," Serendipity said, laughter tainting her voice. The small finch chirped a hello, and nodded her head in agreement. "Of course," she said, although she wasn't nearly as amused or enthusiastic as the peculiar mare she was perched upon.
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"Serendipity?" the words echoed through the forest, causing the two to jump up, a look of startle on their face. "It's father!" Serentipity squealed, rearing up and almost dropping Brooks. "Run! You must run! Don't ever look back," she told the mare and eagle before pelting down a viney path, her body shimmering. Soon enough, she disappeared, and when her father got to her spot, he looked angered.

{ This is so bad, it's not even funny. }

[Akecheta & Leah]

Leah's eyes widened at the sudden disappearance of the horse. She searched and searched, but saw nothing but thin air. Then soon the spot was filled by a large stallion, one who looked particularly angry. Snorting, the grey mare pawed the soft ground and tossed her head up to Eggie.
"Maybe we should listen, this horse doesnt seem to great to be around," Eggie remarked, flapping her wings just over Le-Le now.
The equine rolled her eyes, "We were here first, he can just move along."
The eagle ground her beak and screeched, landing on Leah's rump. The mare jumped at the sudden contact of the sharp talons that clung to Eggie's large, yellow feet. Snorting, the horse walked closer to where the hill began tumbling downward and called out.
"Who are you?"

(I had a brain dead)

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