It was silent. Too silent.
It was lonely. Too lonely.
It was dark. Too dark.
And Starflight hated it all.
Being blind makes you long for things you haven't even thought about before. It opens your eyes to the everlasting darkness of the world. It makes you long for things you no longer have. It traps you in the everlasting darkness of your soul. All of your regrets and pain makes you want to shrivel up, but you must take the first step forward into the darkness. And so he did.
It was frightening. Too frightening.
It was strange. Too strange.
It was new, yet old. Too new, yet old.
And Starflight hated it all.
The world was new. The chatter and sounds were familiar, but an old comfort. It was as if he was reborn again into a new world with the same sounds and chatter, but he was struggling to stay afloat in a sea of darkness. A sea of loneliness and self doubt. He could feel his lungs being filled with inky black water and knew he would suffocate right then and there. There was many trials and terrors ahead, and he was afraid of the darkness. He longed for the colors of the world and the comfort of the sun, but you can't long for the things you already lost. He didn't regret anything, but he felt weak because of it. He felt like a child that couldn't do anything. He was going to sink into the darkness forever, forgotten. There was nothing to keep him afloat. There wasn't a hint of light in the darkness. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be wrapped up by the darkness. He was going to drown and he allowed it to happen. He wasn't going to put up a fight at all. Until he heard her voice that the darkness shined a beam of light.
It was silent. Too silent.
It was frightening. Too frightening.
It was painful. Too painful.
And Starflight hated it all.
How many night has passed? How many days would he stare up at the ceiling of everlasting darkness? How much does he wonder, what if? What if she didn't see me as a sister? What if I could change time? What if I could take away these feelings? His heart ached. His body struggled to move and felt heavier, carrying a huge burden. He wanted it to all end..but at the same time he wouldn't trade the pain for anything in the world. It proved that if his heart hurt, it could still be mended admist the darkness of his heart.
It was comforting. Perfectly comforting.
It was warm. Perfectly warm.
It was bright. Perfectly bright.
And Starflight loved it all.
If you heart it is broken, it could be mended. A line from one of his new favorite scrolls, read by his love of his life. Fatespeaker. Love come, and goes. Fatespeaker was by his side the whole time to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. The fear and doubt comes from the darkness inside, but every time Fatespeaker wrapped her tail around his, as she chattered about her day, made his heart soar and the world splatter with colors in the darkness. Nothing like the way he felt with Sunny. She made him feel...complete. Sunny may always be the cheery girl that was Starflight's first love, but Fatespeaker will always be the one who will light his way though the darkness.
Yeah, I am not going to say anything... DONT KILL ME! I am trying to write as much as I can, but writer's block, sickness, wisdom teeth, and broken devices can really frustrate you can ruin your day! I will write the next chapter as soon as I can! I think I will do...E is for Evergreen for Claril! I don't know how, but wish me luck! I hoped you like this short Drabble that started with Sunnyflight but ended Fatespeaker being the one revolving around Starflight's blindness. Please review and not kill me! I don't own anything!
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