The Lost Islands
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Live through this lie
Posted on May 9, 2018 at 02:39:24 PM by S H A M WARI






Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.


Despite the sun hanging high and uncovered in the sky, the temperature drops substantially after I breach the borders of the Forest, and walk along the shadowy path under a thick canopy of trees. It's the first time the sun has been out in weeks, and the brief reprieve it offered during an otherwise relentless winter season was a welcomed one. A chill ran down the length of my spine as I dipped into the woods, leaving behind the heat of the sun on my brown back.

I had lived in limbo long enough. But it was easier said than done, leaving my grief in the rear view. Enough time had passed and the fog was seemingly lifting. The pain in my heart hadn't dulled, however, whenever I thought of my Bright Eyes or when I passed the sand dune which acted like a tomb these days, housing her remains. But life had to go on, I kept telling myself. For Jabari, and for Verdi.

Evaline had taken up residence in the nearby Forest, which gave me a good excuse to visit. The last time Persephone and I had talked, it had been tense and unpleasant. Thinking back on it now, I was ashamed of my hot-headed behavior that day over something so foolish. The moment had been fleeting after all -- Orkaan was long gone, which meant whatever threat that hovered over our shared alliance and mutual rule over Luthien should have dissipated too. Or so I hoped. But uncertainty still lingered at the back of my mind. Would Persephone had chosen Orkaan over me, given the chance?

I pushed those thoughts away as I traveled down the path of the forest, listening to the woodland creatures scurry away down the path and into the trees as I passed. My nostrils flared as I took in the scents of my mother and others in the brisk, cool air. The last time I was here, I was chasing my mother's captor out into the sea. I never returned to face Persephone to explain that, either. But it wasn't my story to share. It was Evaline's. I hoped that at this point, she understood our need to expel the scoundrel from Luthien. He had no right to be here.

I walked until the trees gave way to a small open valley. There I stood and grazed on what brittle grass remained, whinnying just once for the Queen of the Forest, and then waiting for her to appear from the brush.



Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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