Zephyr put her head to the wind as she sped down the narrow gap of a crystal canyon. Her eyes watered as the sharp mirror faces glinted bluish white sun at her like teeth flashing in expectation. Metallic hooves crashed against the crystalline surface sending out a chiming reverberation across the planet and into the sky. The curls of her glowing orange mane whipped against her body like a flame roaring in the face of the storm.
A single image hung in Zephyr’s mind; a point focused to deadly sharpness. The embodiment of all the pain, grief, and suffering of a thousand generations. Never again, she told herself. With the single thought, she put her head to the wind and took hold of her freedom.
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