I was a queen once

And a queen knows better than to poke her nose where it does not belong.

But i have not yet been consumed by the soul of my past life and for that very reason I can allow curiosity to get the best of me. It is chilly this day, a slight breeze rustling in my thick russet pelt and causing an elegant shiver to race through my being. I wander the fields, avoiding others as usual for their judgemental gazes when i fall into one of my fits is too much for me. The visions have come more often as of late and my mind feels as if weighted rocks reside instead of a brain. It hurts, these flashes of the past. Especially with their frequency. I fear at any time my life will end and hers will begin again. I have so little fight within me. Yet here i stand, a cursed beauty.

It is by the banks of the waters where fields meet another land that i find myself pausing in my journey that has no end. Perhaps i am running and yet where do you run to when you cannot escape your own mind? It is futile, and my legs need a break. I hesitate, a thick musk entering my nares and i pause, waiting as a pale ghost of a male breaks forward towards the waters. Ears flick forward for his pelt color intrigues me. It is familiar but i do not recognize him at all. No, he simply reminds me of someone.

Actually not me, but her.


I can see her pale knight through my own eyes, his scarred body enough to send fear through my body but this is her body and all i can feel is excitement rising. We like this pale soldier. No, we love this pale soldier. But he looks angry with us, so very angry, mouthing words i cannot hear. I am afraid but the queen is not, and i feel our hackles rise. He snaps, teeth glistening and i cant help but wonder what we did so wrong to deserve this. I say something, she says something and it is enough to ignite the fire in his eyes. Mouth parts, and he charges. I fall a pain in my throat, sharp and fiery, then blackness…

My eyes blink, head pounding as if waves of ice shards have crashed against the inner walls. I feel dizzy, the ghost male before the waters becoming a blur. I step forward, a whimper escaping my lips and for what? Why would i seek the aide of one who resembles my past life lover? No, my past life murderer. I had finally seen my very own death by betrayal. The world spins, my usually graceful body sluggish and ragged. I can feel my eyes roll and then my body crashes with the cold winter earth. Blackness.