CREED, The Fiery Storm

Problemas De La Madre

"Your fate is forged by your decisions, your choices are what you are."-Constino.

But no matter where they chose to go, their destinies were intertwined...

It was a very long, dark tunnel for Strost. And for him, it was a race to the light at the very end. Having a family to rescue, there was no one more motivated than he was. That light at the very end couldn't be reached fast enough! During the race through the tunnel, he imagined all sorts of enemies he would have to face and winning was something he couldn't afford not to do. After the long race through the tunnel, he finally reached the light. The tunnel led to another hall almost exactly like the one he had left behind. He was welcomed into the hall by a hail of arrows from all around the hall! With his wings, he was able to swat most them away but about three hit and remained in logged in his body. Each arrow hurt as it drilled into his flesh, each more than the previous one. As the agony escalated, Strost considered for a moment that perhaps this would be the end of his journey. He neighed in pain and reflexively raised his front limbs. That turned out to be a big mistake as more arrows were able to hit him in the belly. At this point, he felt that he had endured enough and fell to the ground. 

 "Sauzwin...Patt. Forgive me, I failed" He neighed as his eyelids got heavier. The archers moved closer and the last thing he saw through the slits of his closing eye where bows loaded with arrows ready to finish him off.

"Strostall..." He heard his name called out. It was a voice like no other; very powerful but soothing. A voice he didn't think he would ever hear again but one he was always glad to hear-music to his ears. He opened his eyes to an unexpected view; a beautiful plain with yellow flowers and green grass. "Mother...is that you?!" He asked even though the voice was unmistakable. 

 "Yes, it's me. Can't you tell?" She responded as she moved closer to where Strost lay. He could now see clearly, she was his mother. But for the snout, lower legs and the tail which were black, she was as white as him. Her huge shadow shielded him from the bright noon sun. 

 "Mother...I miss you." He neighed as he looked up at her. 

 "I know..." She responded, "But your despair need not go on any longer. Come with me and it will all be okay." 

 They were words of his mother and there is nothing more reassuring. He stood up and realised that he wasn't hurt and had neither the wings nor the horn! 

 "Come...let us go." His mother said to him. He followed quietly for a while, pushing all second thoughts to the back of his mind. All of a sudden, he realised that none of it was logical. That is when he paused. Let us go?! Go where?!-he wondered. I don't think I want to go to a place I don't know. She realised that he had stopped following and she too stopped and turned back. 

"What is wrong?! Why did you stop moving?" She asked him. He did not respond immediately attempting to select the most appropriate way of responding to his mother. 

 "I don't know." He responded, "It just doesn't feel right."

"What isn't right about a mother trying to save her progeny!!?"The mother yelled with extreme anger. Strost was very shocked! He didn't remember ever seeing his mother angry! He was aware that she hurt like anyone else but she was always happy-always tried to be. 

 "I'm so sorry!" She said after she had calmed down. "It's just that I really want to protect you. It makes me angry, the thought that you would deny me that chance."