10 August 2012
30/05/12
We're being followed. By a gang of humans. Armed humans. From a distance, we could look normal, but close up, the whole half-horse, wings and scales thing kind of gives it away. They have binoculars. So, now we're trapped. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go. Everyone's already saying goodbye to each other, but we have to keep moving. Every minute we rest brings the humans closer, closer, closer. Until we can feel their hot breath on our necks, their knifes pressed at our throats, choking us. Killing us.
01/06/12
Goodbye. The most difficult word to say. Leaving everything we know behind, letting the winds of time and sorrow catch up with us, and take us to a better place. I know that the humans will catch us tonight, and that whatever happens I will always remember them. Remember them for who they are now. Amazing people who mean the world to me.
Gywn's in tears and no amount of reassurance from Charlie is going to change that. I let Storm run free, she doesn't need to see this. Doesn't need to see me die. Everyone walks in silence, knowing of what's to come. Words are not needed. The expressions on our faces is enough. Oli walks beside me, his arm around my shoulders. Normally, I would have pushed it away, but with this being my last night of freedom on this earth, I let him. He smells of home.
Literally two steps stand between us and the humans, and I can feel them brush against my wings every once in a while. The moonlight illuminates our faces, and every one is solemn, stone cold and filled with fear. Willow and Heather walk side by side, and Jade trudges behind them, stormy grey eyes downcast. Gwyn and Charlie ride side by side, looking at each other, eyes filled with hope and love. I don't bother to look at Oli. I can already feel his gaze on my cheek and his arm on my shoulder. I don't know him, but I understand him. It is only a matter of time before they make their move. Before we are captured. Or worse.
Jade... Jade is dead. Dead. They killed her. Cut her throat because she resisted. It's wrong. Just... wrong. Tears stream down my face as I write this, and... I don't know what to do. They are all looking at me for some miracle solution, that will open this cage and free us. I don't have one. I don't know how to save us. They are taking us somewhere, somewhere where the sun is non existent and where we will be treated like dirt. If I had a choice, I would die now. But I can't. I can't do anything. I'm a failure. A faerie who can't fly, can't do magic, can't read minds, can't save lives. I couldn't save Jade. How will I be able to save the others? In my pocket, there is a knife. I took it before we left. Just in case things got really bad. Now my hand hovers over it, as I contemplate the idea. Is it really worth it? Part of me protests, but my hand reaches ever closer. Maybe death would be better than the future that looms ahead. Maybe.
Dear Diary... Part 4 • Opuss № I