Dark heavy hooves pounded over the trails in the forests. Long banners of black whipped in the wind behind her as she moved. The autumn forest colors were aflame as the black spirit that raced through the trees, twining around the trunks like dark smoke amidst the fires. Still she craved the feeling of freedom, being able to run where she chose and do as she pleased. This was the power she had been craving since that moment it had been stripped from her in the Peak. She was in control and no one was going to tell her no.
That stallion. He had stood in her way, defied her. She had pointed out he was nothing, and he became nothing. Nothing more than a memory to be forgotten in the fires of life. For that brief moment she had faced a hurdle, and she had destroyed it. Now she flew through the forest as if they were her’s. They were not, but the world itself was.
Adelheid had no desire to rule these forests in the sense of ownership; she had little time for politics. But she would not hesitate to fight for her right to walk them. Never again would she be underestimated, belittle, or pushed aside. She had spent years in the shadows of her sister, following her mother, forgotten in favor of her brothers. She had heard a lifetime of ‘no’. Now she would create her own ‘yes.’
Diamond hard sapphire eyes glinted as she slowed and snorted. This place was beautiful, so different from the cliffs of the Peak. She took a deep breath before continuing her movement through the shadows. She would continue to stay until she got bored. Then she would leave, because she could.
Adelheid
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