Spirit Of The Centaur

Sunrise

I lean in closer to her. My lips touching hers. It's like fireworks and her lips taste like strawberries. I can't get enough of her. I move my hands down her back, her arms around my neck. I pull her body closer to me. I need more of her. She lets out a quiet moan. Damn, she's hot. I move my hands even lower and-

"Fauna!" I hear someone yell. I instantly stop what I'm doing and look over. We've been caught... by my father. I can't speak at all, I just stand there in absolute shock. Unable to take my tearful eyes from my father's aggressive ones. He looks so vexed with me, so disappointed. He starts stomping over to me. He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room, away from Misty. She looks so worried. A single tear falling from her face. Even when she cries she looks beautiful. She has her hand out reaching for me slightly. She doesn't say anything. But I can see in her eyes she's sorry. It wasn't her fault, I kissed her. 

He's still dragging me, it feels like he's pulling my arm out of its socket, and his grip is so tight. It's complete agony. Everyone is just staring at me through the camp, no one even daring to try and help me. I see Cliff and Ash. Cliff looks worried and sad, he's crying too. Ash, on the other hand, looks really mad, like he'd gladly swing the ax on his back in my direction.

We soon exit the camp entirely. He throws me onto the ground forcefully, I fall to the ground and cut my right knee. The physical and mental pain in unbearable. "You are never to come back, ever!" He screams at me, tears spilling from his own eyes. He gallops back to the camp, leaving me here in the rain. There's blood streaming from my leg and I can barely feel my arm from how tight my father was holding it. What have I done? I cry more silently now, the tears feel hot on my cold face, it feels like a waterfall, I can't seem to stop. I just there and cry, what else can I do?

I lay down, slowly bleeding to death. I let the pain consume me. I take one last breath and-

I wake up sweating. Sitting straight up. Luckily I hadn't woken up Ash. He looks peaceful, not like how he was in my dream. I had never seen him so angry in my life, he's always been so kind and gentle. He sure could swing an ax, but only for cutting wood to make the houses. Never to hurt someone. I could see his ax on the ground, there were engravings on the wooden base. Swirls and shapes all around it. The metal part of it and the top was very different, though. It was sharp and shiny, almost looked like it could cut through diamonds. I doubt it could, but it sure looked like it. It also had vines around the wooden base. It really was a beautiful ax. He'd had made it himself when he was 14. He offered to make me one, but I rejected his offer. I was always more suited to a bow than an ax. With an ax, you have to get quite close to the animal, you could try throwing it, but I could never be that strong. Bow's were just simpler. I could make one in under a minute if I had the right materials. It's more of a stealth weapon which I love. You don't have to see the terror in the animal's eyes when you strike. It's quick and painless, at least for the person shooting...

I'm starting to forget my dream now, something about me and Misty and my father getting mad at me. I know it was really bad, though, I'm still shaking from the whole thing. I stealthily get out of the bed, making sure I don't wake Ash and Misty up. I sneak across the bed, grab my shawl and leave. The night air is cold and damp, it's been raining. I'm really glad I brought my shawl. I quietly walk out of the camp, and down to the lake. It's really peaceful there. I sit down, snuggling up in my shawl and close my eyes for a while, taking everything in that just happened. Everything's getting brighter. I open my eyes and see the sun rising. It's so beautiful, not as beautiful and Misty, though. The pinks, purples, yellows, oranges, and blues mixing in a beautiful gradient. There's that morning chill in the air, mixing with the morning sun heat. It's a strange feeling. I can see everything more clearly now, the raindrops on the leaves and puddles on the ground. In the distance, you can just make out a rainbow. The only thing that could make this better would be if Misty and/or my friends were here.  It's so peaceful, just the distant sound of the morning birds, and crickets. I look into the lake. I look even more rugged than last night. Like I haven't slept in years. I need to fix this, how could Misty ever fall for me looking like this?

I get up, letting the shawl fall off my shoulders and onto the ground as I slowly walk into the cold lake. Saying it was freezing would be an understatement. I wash the mud and dirt off my hooves, watching the water turn a murky brown for a few seconds. I go deeper into the lake, feeling the water chill my fur coat. I dip my hair into the clear water. My dark brown curls turning to smooth black waves. I run my fingers through the tangles, getting out any dirt or excess oil. It feels kinda nice, despite how cold the water is. I scrub myself a bit more before I get out, making sure I'm as clean as I can be. My shawl is in a crumpled heap when I pick it up and use it to dry my hair. I find some flowers, and start making a flower crown, waving the stems in and out of each other. I place it on top of my head making sure everything's in place, trying to keep my curly hair from making it look a complete mess. I find a red beetle and smash it with a rock... sorry. I use the red juices and put it on my lips. I know this one wasn't poisonous, I was taught how to look for poisonous and venomous animals when I was just a youngster. It's important to know this kind of stuff, or you'll end up dead. I look back into the lake. That's better. I move my hair so it's over my chest. I grab my wet shawl from the ground and rest it over my back. I sit there for a while. I think I'll take a nap, I did wake up rather early...