His Dark Steed
Dark, resolute spheres, unseeing, gazed softly at mere memories. Memories of his childhood; toying with snow, racing with fellow friends on mighty Yeti steeds. The sanguinity of it all brought the only light in his eyes; he was blind. He stroked his life companion's grey fur gently, the touch bringing back another tormenting flood of memories. It was never like this…
Fire. The humans harnessed the flames to banish his kin. Creatures of frost were exiled in the cold, merciless prison of El Nath. With a mere discovery of fire, the peace between the monsters and humans was broken.
The creatures of El Nath fought back; yet they were powerless against the ever-burning flames of the humans. He, only he, went further.
He accepted the curse of Zakum.
It was a treacherous journey. He fought his way past flames and guards, and dived through lava to search for Zakum. Pain lanced through his body, engulfing his body in fiery magma. Yet his determination stayed, steadfast, as he clambered out of the liquid flame, burning. He saw his reflection in his Yeti's eyes, and his Yeti in his; a scorched, blackened, unrecognizable figure.
He forged on, surroundings a blur; perhaps his Yeti's speed, perhaps the strange water distorting his vision, forming sheets of mist on his eyes. Then, he saw the unholy Zakum, locked within magical boundaries none could see. He beseeched of Zakum to gift him great strength, and it agreed.
He led the war against the humans, and he prevailed. Yet with every human he slew, a scar ruptured his eyes. Ignoring the pain and the blood, he unleashed his might onto the humans, with his faithful Dark Yeti. They, defeated, surrendered. Yet Zakum's curse had cast away all light, and nought but darkness haunted the world he lived in.
He shook his head. Such memories were better off forgotten. They were but fragments of his past, superfluous in this inescapable present and the unchangeable future, only bringing with them emotions. Feelings… he understood them. Nought but unnecessary burden, uncalled for, unwanted. The strange numbness he had was better. Shrieking stridently, he and his dark steed charged off into the night, unseen trees casting unseen shadows over his dark, empty world.
III
Darkness, never-ending, swathed in clouds of fog
Shadows, creeping, cast by moaning ghouls
Dark duo, standing, still figures in the smog
Specters, sinister souls of the slain, rising from blood pools
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Author's Note:
I just made a couple of edits, nothing much. It didn't improve much. And it's still short. And still a oneshot of angst, and sort of a lousy copy of Absol's "Dead" XP. And I doubt I'll do many fics soon, and I must state my hatred for PSLE again… XP