Ruined

Chapter 2

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Ruined

Chapter 2

 

Early next morning Clarissa awoke to a familiar feeling; the one you get when you’re being watched. She rolled over onto her stomach, the rain had stopped, but it was still quite cold. The sky was of a murky grey colour. Most of her life was dark, her past, her present, and most likely her future. Her teeth were starting to chatter, so she wrapped her filth ridden arms around her torso. She closed her eyes.

A low pawing sound appeared near her. She pulled herself up and wiped her filth covered hands on her tight jeans, and looked up. There stood two elegant seventeen hand high Frisians; their long luscious black manes hanging in wisps along their well muscled necks. Atop the closest horse sat the same girl from the other night. Riding side-saddle and still wearing the long red dress that she’d had on before. Hardly a speck of dirt lingered on her face, and her hair was still in neat curls. Her glamourous wings fanned out and rested gently on the horse’s hind quarters.

 

“What do you want Alethia?” she sneered up at her. The girl held out her hand to Clarissa, waiting for a reply.

 

“To help you,” she stated, “I was wrong before, when I’d judged you because of an accusation.”

 

“So you believe me then?” Clara questioned.

 

“Clara, listen to me, and listen carefully. You are my best friend. Why would I have any reason to not believe you?” she told her.

 

“But,” she tried to continue,

 

“Clara, just get on the horse,” she said.

 

Clara sighed heavily and stepped towards the horse. He stepped uneasily around her, uncomfortable with her dark nature. She grabbed hold of the reins and stuck her foot in the stirrup and heaved herself up. The saddle was Australian and was made of dark leather, with a bridle to match. Clara stepped him to the side so he was parallel with Alethia’s horse. They nudged their horse’s sides and they fell into step side by side.

*

 

Later, after many hours of silence, Clara finely spoke. “Where are we anyway?” she cautiously asked Alethia.

 

“Well, I believe we are in Romania. I think that we would have the best chance of finding Einn there,” she explained.

 

“But, wouldn’t it make more sense to head into Greece? Isn’t that where angels meet on earth?” she suggested.

 

“Yes, the angels do meet in Greece. So we could possibly catch him while he’s down here,” Alethia commented.

 

They encouraged their horses to pick up the pace and they broke into a light lope. Their heavily feathered hooves hit the ground with a steady rhythm. The horses tossed their heads and their manes flowed freely, their tails held high with grace. The Frisians muscled rippled under their glimmering pelt.

 

The wind blew through the girl’s hair, tousling Alethia’s curls, and messing up Clara’s lengths of straight hair.

 

The girls laughed as they saw the sun begin to set. They slowed their horses to a calm walk, their weight shifting from one side to the other with each step the horses took. By now they had reached a patch of dense trees and dismounted. They each landed softly as they slid off their horses.

*

 

Clara lay sprawled out in the chilling grass. Her hair fanning out from her head. She starred up into the stars overhead, remembering what it was like to be up there too. A single tear ran down Clara’s cheek, only to be followed by many more. She began to sob silently.

 

Alethia was perched on a large stone a few yards away, she too was looking skywards. “She misses it there doesn’t she,” Clara said to herself. Glancing over, she noticed that Alethia had a pained expression etched into her face.

 

Clara willed herself to speak, and whispered, “You miss it don’t you?” a curt nod was all she received in response so she dropped the subject. “Thank you for helping me Ali,” she said with a different mood setting.

 

“Hey, that’s what friends are for right? Besides, I’d rather be with my friends all day then with some archangel,” she replied. A small smile crept its way onto Clara’s face, she was glad to see Alethia again.