. Begin Your Journey .: (come b u r n with me)

Up, up at the top of heaven a hole opened up in the world and effervescent light shone through. A cold light, a dying light - no one yearned toward it, prayed to it, twisted over backward just to feel the faintest hint of warmth. But it revealed the road ahead of him, long and straight, and the end yawned brokenly from the very fringes of the distant horizon. Serothiel moved forward and the light shimmered over him and it was cold, cold like sleeping forever and never wanting to wake up. Moonlight. In theory, such a pretty thing. The stallion's golden eyes shifted and he watched the top of the world while he walked. Watched the pitted hole there where the silver light originated and wondered how such a nonsensical thing could inspire such romance. He, for, one, felt nothing when he looked toward heaven. Nothing but the distance between him and the moon, the darkness without sunlight to chase it away.

I'm sorry. Really.

The words swam dimly in his head, drowned in the fire there, and disappeared. The road led ever before him, and the moonlight fell silently over his dark shape. So peaceful; Serothiel shivered. In his head, a lake of fire filled the darkness and he shrank away from it, angry and afraid(why do you haunt me?). The ghost was here, everywhere, walking in his footsteps and living in his shadow. A breeze blew up and her voice was in it, sorrowful, and he snorted. "Leave me alone!" (what a terrible son). Running; running ever away, down the straight road and through the briars and the shadows and the moonlight. Stiff grass crackled under his hooves and brushed against the horrid scars on his legs, lighting them up all over again. Burns, shining sickly in the silver light. Burns, eaten again by fire with every new sensation that assailed them. The ghost was in the air, watching him burn and he twisted his gait into a gallop and crested the first hill he saw, seeking high ground, where he halted. Those golden eyes in the handsome face twisted down, drank in the strange land, the sparse grass and the red dunes and the empty sky, and a burning awoke within them. "Alone..." He whispered, sighed, dropped his head. The sparse threads in his tail fluttered behind the stallion and he shivered like he might drop to the ground right there.

I don’t want to be alone.