Nyimara was gone. The Witch Queen had been dethroned. She was finally free! And yet, as Magika watched the silver bay mare lead her herd into the ocean, she could not stop herself from feeling a little sorry for them. Although Nyimara had stolen her mother and altered her own fate, that of being born here instead of back in the Dunes, it was still sad to see years of work disintegrate like sand in the wind. The Witch queen and her family had ruled this land for many years. The young filly is certain the tenacious mare will be back the moment an opportunity presents itself. Now where did that leave her? Mazikeen had given everyone the choice to stay or leave. There was nothing stopping Magika from going to the Dunes and finally meeting her father. And yet the thought of him caused a lump to form in her throat. Why hadn’t he come for her yet? Does he not want her? Or maybe he didn’t know she existed? Maybe Witche never told him about her? With a snort she reared onto her hindlegs before throwing her lithe frame into a gallop. She wanted to run away from all the questions and problems. Perhaps a change of scenery is what she needed. She headed towards the beach, splashed through the shallows before ploughing straight into the ocean. Magika had never swam before but she imagined it was like running, only a little different. She braved the waves without fear. Pulling herself from the water her two toned legs shook for a few moments. Panting and coughing up a few mouthfuls of swallowed salty water she made a mental note to ask someone to teach her how to swim for next time. This was her first time on the crossing isle and her dark eyes sweep the area with curiosity. There was so much grass here. She felt her stomach rumble with hunger. Trotting across the sand towards the meadow she lowered her nose to the ground and started to gorge on the tender spring grass. She ate like a horse that hadn’t seen a decent meal for awhile. |