The Lost Islands
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it’s in our nature to complicate



EVREN

Evren has imagined this day countless times. She has seen herself standing proudly on the beach, calm and collected as Warsaw and his cronies erupt from the sea with malice in their eyes. She has imagined fighting fiercely and without restraint until Warsaw lies dead on the ground, his skull crushed into mush just as Koray’s had been all those years ago.

But when the day arrives, she is nowhere near prepared.

The past few weeks have been even more sleepless than usual for Evren. Dread over the upcoming war is one thing, but it is quite another when she has an energetic foal at her heels at all times. Eventually she can no longer keep her exhaustion at bay, and one night she falls into a deeper sleep than she has enjoyed in months, splayed out on the soft spring grass with Arkana beside her.

She wakes with a start, her heart pounding. It is still dark, but something is wrong. Evren’s ears swivel to take in the distant sounds of conflict, and she lurches to her feet. When she had fallen asleep, the herd had surrounded her like a comforting blanket, but now they are all gone: all but Arkana. Where before the darkness had been calming, now it is threatening, with shadows seeming to jump out at her from all angles.

After waking Arkana and telling her to stay hidden, Evren moves off through the dark forest as fast as she safely can, her skin prickling with nerves and bile rising in her throat with every step. She finally catches glimpses of the conflict up ahead through the trees, and though the shadows obscure the identities of all involved, she knows immediately what is happening, and her groggy mind sharpens into focus. It is time.

Evren arrives on the chaotic scene and quickly takes it in, noting the familiar faces of family, friends, and acquaintances as well as others she is not familiar with. She spots a body on the ground next to a tree but has no time to identify it or the tiny foal quivering beside it, dangerously close to the knot of fighting horses. Evren moves to herd the youngster out of the way, but Indira already seems to be on the job of relocating the children - Gods, why are the children involved in this? she thinks - and so Evren looks past the sea of undulating, biting, kicking bodies to see a silver stallion standing alone, almost luminous in the moonlight. No, not alone, Evren realizes with a sinking feeling when she recognizes Hannah and Persephone.

Persephone! Evren watches the mare lunge for Warsaw and her heart sings with such strong emotion that she cannot stop herself from releasing a fierce war cry. Arcing around the main body of fighters, Evren canters towards Warsaw with ears pinned and head low. This, this is what she has waited for for months and month. Finally, she no longer has to hold back. Finally, he will pay.

Evren lurches toward Warsaw from the side opposite to Persephone, near his flank. Blinded by determination and heedless of any flailing legs that come her way, Evren throws sand up into the air as she skids to a halt just inches from him, unafraid of slamming into him if need be, her teeth bared and aimed for the thick crest of his neck.

10; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh

orhan x arcana
mother of han & arkana
html, image, & character by shiva



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