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The rain started but Aryll refused to leave. She felt as though time had restarted, reset to zero, leaving her with nothing. The rain persisted, increasing the amount of drops that fell in an attempt to distract her from her loss. Cliche, though it was, the rain was fitting. The goddesses themselves felt sorrow for her and her loss.

She sat there, now relaxed against the back of the grave stone. It occurred to her at one point to return to her humble home, but what would be the purpose? To titty up and go to bed? There would be no point in that, in a few weeks time she would be imprisoned for the taxes. No, there would be no use in doing anything any more. The tears that had slowed now seeped from her eyes with new determination. She might as well sit here, waiting for the numbness to spread from her fingers and toes to her arms and legs and eventually to her heart.

She reached out and touched the lips, still formed in surprise. She couldn't bring herself to move from her mother's side. How long she had been sitting there she could not know, but she swore she could see the first glow of the sunrise trying to penetrate the thick rain clouds. The adrenalin and sorrow that had kept her awake all night could not keep the tiredness out of her heart. She shivered and her eyes drooped. She wanted to surrender to the sleep, the dreams. Just as her head started to nod, she noticed something that she had never seen on her mother before. A neckless was draped around her neck, tucked neatly under her tunic.

Curiosity over taking tiredness, she reached forwards and brought the pendant from the far reaches of her mother's bosom. Rather than a locket or precious stone, the thin silver chain held a key. Luckily for her, there weren't to many things that locked in her hut. There were only two to be precise, the front door and a shabby dresser her mother insisted on keeping despite the space restrictions. The door locked from the inside and the inside only, so that required no key.

Aryll could definitely feel the warmth of the sun now, she could hear sounds from the far off village that made the night feel thoroughly vanquished. Panic set in, what if someone found her with a body and thought she did it? Most certainly, she would be jailed and her key would be taken away so that she could never find out what it opened. She looked down at her mother and shut her eyes and folded her hands and stood. She felt weak, though from exhaustion or sorrow she knew not. None the less she picked herself up and left that dreary place.

She passed through Kakariko in a dream like state. None of it was real enough to absorb. Soon she was back on that silly horse again, wandering through the fields. She sighed and looked down at the horse incredulously (for the horse seemed in high moods today) and sighed. "Just take me home . . . " she requested and the horse complied.

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She could remember now, a long time ago in the forbidden woods . . . She had a daughter and a son . . . A fairy took her son and a Gerudo took her daughter. But only after she had passed, this she knew. She was Hylian her last life, she knew this too. It must have been by divine order that she be near her daughter, she was her horse.

She was just a little too big for her daughter, making it awkward when she got on and off. She was yet to be full grown but according to the rancher, she was old enough to be ridden. If, of corse, the rider is very small. If her daughter had been any heavier, she would not be able to carry her. Having the little girl sit on her back brought back all sorts of memories. Memories of their home, her family, her husband . . . He had been a soldier, this much was apparent by the way he dressed for work. She couldn't remember every thing but she remembered losing it all. There was fire and people crying and screaming. She had run, and she had been shot. This would be the last time she saw her son but fate gave her a chance to be with her daughter. She knew why she was reborn a horse now, to transport her child safely, then and there, she vowed to serve no other. Only this sweet little girl would ride her . . .

Is it weird, the horse thing? I mean the horse has her real mother's soul if you didn't pick up on that . . . Yeah, it's kinda short too, generally I try to make it as long as possible but this time I got lazy. Sorry 'bout that. So, what do you think this time around? Did this chapter ruin it? Things seem to be moving along really slow.