Oh. My. God. I finally decided to update. Well, I should say that this next chapter was painfully hard to write, as I was out of ideas after the first four paragraphs.
Then I got this great idea. At 11:00 a couple nights ago.
So, let's just say that most of this chapter was written right before I was about to fall asleep.
Moving on, I would have to say that this chapter in very supernatural, with a bit of spiritual thrown in.
I really hope its good, because if it isn't, then I got happy with the fancy dictionary for nothing.
Last semi-important rant, the italics are telling about when Two is unconscious.
This is still un-betaed, and I still don't own anything.
So on with the Spiritual/Supernatural!
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Spirit slowly and painfully shuffled back down to his band, catching the worried glances of some of the horses.
"I'm taking that it went horribly." Esperanza said.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Rain yelled frantically.
"Well," Spirit replied "Let's just say that 'get attacked by a mare' wasn't on today's to-do list."
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Two staggered down her side of the cliff. Every step she took filled her world with pain. What would have been a relatively short trip to her knoll was extended considerably.
She arrived at her knoll and sunk to the ground.
Sheer exhaustion made lifting her head up to make her glazed-over eyes drift down to the wound where Spirit's hooves bit into her flank a hard task, but she did it anyway.
The bleeding had subsided, but Two knew from previous encounters that she had lost much blood.
She let her head fall listlessly back to the Earth, where the only sound that could be heard was that of her labored breathing.
"I must stay conscious, I must stay conscious, I must…"
But her body failed her, and she drifted off into a black void.
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Then there was white.
Two looked around, but couldn't. Unable to move, she grasped control of her mind and forced her neck to turn to see the rest of her. She braced herself, waiting for the sharp jolt of pain to course through her.
But it never came.
The sight that she beheld filled her with horror, and yet, some chagrin. Although even among those emotions, a twinge of elation surged through her system.
Her physical body was not there.
Before her consciousness had time to dwell on this perplexing idea, a sound crack through the eerie stillness.
A sound that resembled hooves striking concrete.
A figure of a large, black horse appeared to materialize from nowhere.
"Ah, my child, look how you have grown." The figure said.
"Cirrus…F-Father!" Two stammered
"I have but one thing to say and that is you must wait."
"Wait for what?" Two questioned.
"Time will tell, my little Two." Cirrus answered.
With that Cirrus took one step back, and his form dematerialized, long black tendrils of conscious wisping away in random directions from where he last stood.
"Two's world of white faded, traveling through every shade of grey before concluding in a decrescendo of black.