~The Last Dance~ Pt. 1
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•The Last Dance•
It was a peaceful village, the only sounds heard most of the time were those schlepped by nature. It was that time around winter where the villagers were staying in most of the time, the other half gathering food from certain areas of the Everfree. The ground was cold, frozen, and partially buried in snow. Hence the shortage of food, such as grass, berries, flowers. Being so scarce, the families within the village were rationed a small amount for each night, having only just enough to get by. The smell of burning pine, melting metal, and spices filled the air. New tools were being made by the blacksmith, for this summer much work will have to be tended to. Being so deep in the forest, only rays of light could be seen during the daytime. The trees blocked most of the sun out of this area, causing any activity taken to happen during the day. Schooling, gathering, etc. It's still snowing at this time, lights from lanterns able to be seen through the windows. If the individual homes had any. The homes, consisting of either caves or small cabin shelters. Some were more well constructed than others, due to the lack of material and civilization. Many of the streetmarkets and shops were closed, though, also limiting the amount of personal items needed. If they were to be open at all, it would be only for one day every two weeks. Parasprites passed through not too long ago, causing even more damage and only putting the village behind in events. Night time was about over, bright orange rays of sunlight gleaming through small holes in the foggy clouds. The ledges on the homes were dwelling with icicles, water not dripping from them whatsoever. A morning breeze was sweeping silently throughout the village, only making the weather that much more severe, carrying out the cold of the night. School time was almost in session, it's students and teacher (or teachers) having only forty-five minutes left to get ready. There were no breakfasts here, only dinners. Some of the younger villagers, the ones who had no wings or magic, were forced to leave for school earlier in order to arrive on time. They were escorted by their parents, just in case. Occurrences have happened where some of the youngers and elders have disappeared without a trace, but at least with the elders with them they have a better chance at being safe. There were a number of breeds within this village. Such as Alicorns, Pegasi, Unicorns, Griffons. All were welcomed here, as long as they were to not cause any harm. Though, in objection to that, there are many passerbys that are more rarely seen than most. And in exception to that, he is a common resident. As he wakes to get up and get ready for school, his eyes closed tight and yawning wide. His bed being made up of linen, twigs, and leaves. He stretches his wings from the base to the tips of his wingfeathers, black claws extracting from the digits of his paws. He climbs from his bed, eyes weary from the night's rest. Making his way to the doorway, which a Griffon stood, his back hooves clicked against the old wooden floor. Some patches of the floor were more sturdy than others, rotting underneath the wooden panels and in a manner, the panels creaked under his weight. Even for how small and weightless he appeared to be. The Griffon, herself, stood at a height about 2 feet taller than he, a slight smile on her beak as she watched him. Her light brown and beige feathers seemed to glisten to him for some reason, even though the sun barely shown in their home. She was his mother, for what he understood and went along with. He never really asked her about the differences between them.. She cared and looked after him, that's all that mattered. Her wings opened a bit for a morning hug before having him brush his teeth. As they hug, she uses her beak to groom his mane before the day really begins. It was somewhat of a strange connection, his thoughts refraining on the only thing that the two have in common is their wings.. Tonight may just be the night he asks, out of curiosity. After all of his morning tasks were complete, she ensured he stayed warm for the travel and lead him outside. Using her right wing to drape over him, she blocked out a major part of the windy, cold weather. The snow underneath them making it bad enough, their tails cold from dragging them every so often. It seemed she didn't mind having to look after him at all, no matter how much of a pest he thought he was at times. In almost an instant, she stopped in their path in nearly reaching the school. A look of worry in her golden yellow eyes, she frowned and looked around frantically, her eyes darting to and fro. Finding what she was looking for, she hurried him into an underground cave. The wind picked up dramatically it what seemed to be a matter of seconds as we made our way further into the cave. Approaching a few lit lanterns carried by the cave's owners, she left him there. Having no idea what was going on.. She asked them to keep him here until the weather died down, no matter the circumstances. This was the last he saw of her, the flame of the flickering that was his only way to see the one he called mother, the flame that made him feel so warm and at home as she did.. Then it was gone. She was trained in stopping storms such as these, so his mind was telling him he should stay put. Stay down here, where it's safer. But his heart... it was telling him something was not right. Managing to struggle away from the two, he was on his way to the outside of the cave home. The wind became more and more intense as he neared the exit, paws and hooves dug into the ground as much as he could get them to. Fighting against the harsh winds, he felt as if he just got lost.. thrown into another world that is far from this one. As light as a feather, being carried away so easily... So.. Helpless. When he awoke.. it seemed like everything he had. Everything he had to live for up to this point, it was gone. There were no sounds.. it was a stillness he will never forget. He unburied himself from the dust, rock and ash from the destruction. The trees, all burned to nothing. Their homes, rubbel and splinters. And to this day, he takes after the one he called his mother. His flame of life that keeps him going.. He is Skye Dance... The Last Dance.