A choice: duty, or honor?
01-23-2017, 10:35 PM
Imogen swears, lowering her gun. She knows she cannot shoot, but also that she cannot catch up. She wants to give chase, but how? The beast is already disappearing into the snow, and it moves with an inhuman speed which is unmatchable on foot. An intense pain hits her, she falls to the ground. A bright vision is invading her head, along with a voice, screaming,
REMEMBER YOURSELF, IMOGEN. CALL YOUR STEED AND RIDE.
She doesn't know what to do. Images flash in her brain, visions of horses, women riding in a storm, great hosts of soldiers, terrible beasts. Finally, a unicorn, its horn is bright and pure, and it nuzzles her head.
Huh... I almost felt that.
A wet tongue licks her again. Imogen looks up - there is a horse above her which wasn't there before. It is a gray dappled mare, with thick hair around the hooves. The horse has no bridle or saddle, but Imogen knows instinctively that she could ride her, ride and catch up to Sarah.
At the same time, she hears behind her the barking of dogs and the whirr of an engine. A spotlight cuts through the fog - it must be the other officers, arriving on snowmobiles.
Again, Imogen is torn. She did not shoot, but should she take this horse into the storm, or wait for the rest of the police officers, knowing that the trail will be lost?
REMEMBER YOURSELF, IMOGEN. CALL YOUR STEED AND RIDE.
She doesn't know what to do. Images flash in her brain, visions of horses, women riding in a storm, great hosts of soldiers, terrible beasts. Finally, a unicorn, its horn is bright and pure, and it nuzzles her head.
Huh... I almost felt that.
A wet tongue licks her again. Imogen looks up - there is a horse above her which wasn't there before. It is a gray dappled mare, with thick hair around the hooves. The horse has no bridle or saddle, but Imogen knows instinctively that she could ride her, ride and catch up to Sarah.
At the same time, she hears behind her the barking of dogs and the whirr of an engine. A spotlight cuts through the fog - it must be the other officers, arriving on snowmobiles.
Again, Imogen is torn. She did not shoot, but should she take this horse into the storm, or wait for the rest of the police officers, knowing that the trail will be lost?