Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
And, at last, the girl is felled. Stronger than she might have expected, Amalia will one day look back and be surprised at how well she held. As it is she feels confused, defeated, frightened and lost as the fae rise as one. The show of force is oppressive, but Amalia does not think it as a cheap trick. In truth, she is envious- if the Naturals could bind together so well, perhaps none of this would have happened at all. They would still be inside the barrier, the Old Ones would not be angry, the Voice would be contained.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Is this the punishment for her sins?
And so at last the girl succumbs, caught by the air and earth together, her wings useless against their combined might. The fall is gentler than she might have anticipated, and were she less frightened she may have noticed, but for now she can only fall and fall, spiraling lonely into the dark.
And as she falls her body trembles, shifts, returns slowly to its human form as her strength and will at last falter. Landing on the floor, Amalia balls her fists, staring back up at the sky, the trees, the unattainable darkness of the sky. Somehow she doubts she can fly out.
"Don't hurt my friends!" she calls one last time, her alto voice desperate, a final plea. And then with a sigh she turns to look around the pit, her eyes shifting to owl's as she tries to make sense of her surroundings, the darkness empty except for--
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