The Lost Islands
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This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time
Posted on February 11, 2014 at 00:14:27 AM by Esmeralda

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Mera had for once slept late. The girl was usually wide awake by this hour, making her way across the sands and exploring the land she had become so familiar with. But at this time she was simply standing, the waves washing around her growing legs as her eyes peered out at the open world. There was so much that lay out there, so much for her find yet she could not bring herself to cross the large water and find what it was that was calling to her among the other islands. It was not fear that held her back, but she was unsure of what it really was.


With a sigh she turned away and began to walk along the water’s edge, allowing the tides to wrap around her pillars before they gently pulled back into the body of water. It seemed as if it was beckoning her, trying to convince her to step into its embrace. Surely it could not be so bad? As the girl turned, wading up farther till the water lapped at her chest did movement catch her eyes. Turning she saw the mare named Dia racing across the beach. A smile crossed her ebony lips and the girl retreated from the water, stepping up onto the sands. Only at her warning nicker did the girl realize how fast the woman was going and quickly return to the water’s embrace to escape the collision.


As she turns back a large wave slaps against her rump, spraying her back and sides and causing the filly to let loose a squeal. It had not been expected and she gives a playful buck with a shake of her head.


“Hi Dia!” she says excited.
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