To Chase the Wind 2
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Title: To Chase the Wind, Part Two
Author: Alayla Moi N'Tan
Soon Wind's love for Windchaser was so strong that she went to 'Viverravus' begging the God to which she was bound, to have mercy and compassion, to grant her this one wish.
"Oh 'Viverravus'!" cried Wind, "I beg the gift of mortality, to walk the face of Britannia, so I might share a life with the one who holds my heart."
'Viverravus', seeing the sincerity of Wind's heart, could not help but to grant Winds wish....."But there must be a price paid, my child," continued 'Viverravus'......
Wind looking down, tears staining her otherwise beautiful visage, whispered, "anything 'Viverravus', anything to share his life with him."
'Viverravus', speaking in a loud and clear voice, told Wind that her love must prove himself worthy of her. If he catch her in her true form, that he would grant her the gift of one mortal life."
Wind, knowing it was senseless to argue, thanked 'Viverravus' and returned to inform Windchaser of the decree that had been handed to her.
Upon hearing this, Windchaser, unable to touch Wind as he longed to, spoke to her in soft whinnies, telling her not to worry, that he would find a way. With her as the prize, nothing would keep him from winning, and his heart gladdened at even this remote chance to win and hold his love as he had longed to do so many times.
And so they set out early the next morning, before the sun could rise over Equine hill, and bake the land into a hot and heavy silence.
With the dew still wet on the grass, Windchaser snorted his challenge to 'Viverravus', and took off after the wind.
Windchaser ran with everything he had, chasing the wind through the tree's and over the hills, out onto the plain, and then stretching out to his full length and stride. Breathing heavily, Windchaser caught his first glimpse of Wind, there..... just beyond his reach...... he could see her blowing before him......
Wind seeing his love so close gave a great neigh and straining forward.... sparks flying from his hooves.... sweat and foam running from his sides.... he stretched out his long neck and.......... touched the wind!
All of a sudden, the world stood still, and a great wind rose and began to spin and form and take shape before his eyes.
Windchaser watched in wonder, sides heaving from his exertions, and as the wind settled and died, there in front of him, stood the most beautiful filly he had ever seen.
Her mane was long and flowing, her coat the color of the clouds, and her voice when she spoke to him was unmistakable........ "Wind!!!" he cried, as he rushed to her side. "Wind, tell me my eye's do not deceive me, that you are truly here."
Wind, feeling the pull and weight of her mortal body, sighed and, laying her neck across his, whispered to him that they had a whole lifetime ahead of them, and that she would see all of his dreams come true.
Windchaser, returning the embrace whispered, "they already have Wind, they already have."
The story of Windchaser and his race with the wind spread quickly over the face of Britannia, and the lovers could be seen frequently running thru the fields or grazing on Equine hill, where they had made their home.
In time, as in all things, children were born to the happy couple, but some of these children, as you might imagine, being born from more than mere mortals, were different.....and slightly changed.
Alayla pauses, and opening her eyes, looks quietly towards the heavens, smiling gently before resuming her tale.
Some of the little colts and filly's were born with the gift of the Gods and their mother's traits, giving them wings with which to "ride the wind".
And so did the Pegasus come into being, a gift of their love to the world, a plaything of the Gods. A marvel and legend to mortals.
Alayla smiles and looks up, "But that is another story, and we have yet to finish our tale ..."
In time they grew old together and rejoiced in the lives of their children and grandchildren, growing old but never swaying from the love that they had shared.
Then the sad day came when Windchaser gave up his soul to the Gods, and the Wind was left alone....her body aged with the weight of our world, she bade her children goodbye and returned to her true form.
Unable to forget her love for Windchaser, and the eternity before her without him, she took it upon herself to erect a monument to her love, so that his vision would never fade from this plane.
And so the wind began to blow, and to carve and erode Equine hill, the home they had shared those many years. With love she blew into the hill, shaping it, forming it, changing it, into what we see today.....
A stallion proud... running full stride... nostrils flared with effort... neck stretched out... as if to chase the wind.