It was becoming obvious that Evren was not coming for her this time. She shouldn’t expect her to. She should be grateful she had a family to go home to that cared about her. They may not be the strongest, but their love was enough to make her wait. She will return to them one day and return to the children she knows wait for her. Maybe one day she will have enough strength to fight the demon that holds her here. No, courage. Maeve was born a strong mare with bones big enough to break the ground beneath her hooves. She could use her strength to protect her family, but she never knew how. She didn’t know how to fight off the stallions that sought her for her stature. When they look at her, they only saw the possibilities of strong sons.

There had only been one who was different. Daracha’s father, but he never stayed past the war. Maeve still remembers how he led her to safety with little Jigsaw in tow. The colt was trouble the moment she laid eyes on him. She should have changed his name before he got used to it. At least that monster from her past was dead, but where one left another took its place. Now she stands in the shadows of the deamhan’s lair hoping no one notices her. She watches all the smiling mares wander with their babes at their heels. How could they allow that deamhan to spread himself so easily? He had to be putting a spell on him. Still, she wouldn’t blame the babes for their parentage. Being half-demon, it was unknown if they would do the world good or become evil like their athair.

She has been here too long. She was thankful to make it past two fall seasons without the deamhan showing up, but she could only get so lucky. She would need to leave before the next fall, before she too became his prey. Maeve leans against a tree standing among various others. It was her hope to slowly slip the mind of this herd and get back to where she belonged.


Translation(s):
deamhan – demon
athair - father

*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.