Part I≈Agony The Legend of the Pegasus She will come of six, killer to the five before her. She will reign with the voice of the beast inside of her, bearing the mark of him and she will for one hundred golden years. Friend to all beasts, her time will be torn short by a hidden enemy made two, living and reliving until due of said prophecy.
Chapter I
The palled face and golden mane of my dear Arebella peeked through the stormy clouds. As recognition for her friend registered, her rosy lips formed a closed mouth smile. A single tear rolled down her high cheekbones and her green eyes clouded over.
⌠Goodbye, Tanner.■
⌠Arebella! Wait!■
⌠Tanner, for so long, I needed you, but you chose.■
⌠Chose what?■
⌠Chose her.■
⌠Who, Arebella? Who did I choose?■ Anger rose in his voice, frustration infuriating him.
⌠Kristen.■
Arebella turned away, her bare back arched in sadness, Tanner frozen to the spot, too shocked to move.
Tanner woke in a start. Lying back on his pillows, he relaxed and realized he had been dreaming.
⌠She▓s really gone.■
Arebella had been Tanner▓s best friend since childhood, but she had mysteriously disappeared last Wednesday. He remembered the day, because it was the same day Tanner had asked out Arebella▓s close friend, Kristen. Since her disappearance, he frequently dreamed about her, and every dream was the same.
As soon as he drifted off to sleep, Tanner was taken to the place of no light. He began his journey standing on columns of dark storm clouds, surveying the ocean below. As the waves crashed and rolled with the approaching hell, a single bolt of lightening hits the clouds parallel to him, revealing Arebella. For a while, neither of them says anything, but then a single tear rolls down Arebella▓s cheek, and then it begins to rain. Everything dampens and the wind picks up speed. A small circlet of a crown on her hair lights up, as well as the small, clear crystal around her neck.
Tanner didn▓t really choose. Arebella just wasn▓t an option.
They had been friends since preschool, where they had met in the sandpit. From that day on, they were always close friends, and therefore he knew everything about her. It wasn▓t so much that she wasn▓t available for the taking, but Kristen was so mysterious and unknown. Every conversation with her made him feel like he was Christopher Columbus, searching for the Asias, but finding the Americas along the way.
Tanner leaned over the side of the bed, and opened the drawer to the bedside table. Searching without looking, his fingers traced the familiar contents until they brushed against a small, clear crystal on a slim silver chair. Arebella▓s crystal. It had been left on the faucet in the bathroom on the morning of her disappearance.
Fumbling with the small clasp on the chain, the swung the crystal around his neck, and vowed not to take it off for a while. Arebella always said the crystal could sweeten dreams, but then again, she always said a lot of stuff. Arebella wasn▓t like most girls. She would rather write a letter in cursive than send an e-mail, let alone a text message. Girls.