For Love Of A Foal

I never wanted this...this creature that had been growing inside me for months. I'd even tried to get rid of it. Why should I be forced to carry something I didn't want? But the time came for the birth, whether I wanted it to or not. I laid there, immense pain taking over my body as I pushed this...thing from my body. Humans surrounded me, and it just made me angrier. I could do this on my own. I didn't need these pathetic two-legs trying to "help".

Finally, after what seemed like hours, I was free of the tiny creature. I turned around, trying to see the thing that had been a part of me for so long. The thing that sapped my energy and strength, making me weaker, slow. Anger overtook me, and everything in me wanted to end it's pathetic existence. Then it looked at me...and I knew that I would never be able to do anything to harm the little foal beside me. She was beautiful. Tiny, frail, fragile, unable to care for herself, but she was perfect...and she needed me. I suppose a part of me needed her as well...If it weren't for her, I would have never known what love is...

Say hello to Dysnomia, the only thing Eris would ever willing put her life on the line for.

For the Snjorrir Special Challenge: In the Name of Love