Now that I had started coming out of my shell, started to explore my surroundings, rather than just hiding away, feeling sorry for myself, I was beginning to realise that I could probably use my anger, my fury and hatred, to my own advantage. Channel it into power, rather than weakness as I had been recently. It actually felt a lot better, surprisingly, when I could control myself, and this water power of mine was proving to be quite a bit of fun. I could keep dry in the middle of a harsh storm, I could propel myself forwards at twice the legal running speed simply by drawing water from the ground. But one of my recently found specialties was creating water brine, now they were fun. But I was still having a little trouble controlling them. Practice makes perfect..

It was now that I wandered aimlessly across the gloomy, mist covered shore that rimmed the lake. Lifting my hooves high above the ground with each step as not to risk slipping on the wet, mossy rocks beneath my hooves, all it would take would be one misstep and I could end up with a broken leg. Like to see the water save you then.. I sighed, bored with my expedition already. There was nothing interesting here, just dark, murky water and tall cliff faces. Coming carefully to a halt I glanced out at the water, switching my tail with mild irritance. The little curl of ripples that disturbed the surface for only an instant caught my attention. But the slight fascination was interrupted as a sigh somewhere relatively close caught my attention. My ears flicked forward, and I squinted in a failed attempt to see through the dense fog. I was frozen in place with the sense that I was no longer alone.


I stood for a moment longer, wondering if my company had noticed me too. I had to admit, I wasn’t at all patient these days, so carefully I made my way to the water’s edge. Glancing about warily as I let my hooves slip into the grey, putrid water, cringing slightly as it lapped at my legs. It felt thicker than water should, and warmer. Odd. I shook my head, and waded as close to silently as I could through the fog at knee-depth. It was only a few yards before a small, stocky figure started to materialise further up the shore. A safe distance from the water’s grasp. Smart girl. I had stopped moving now, just standing, waiting for the smog to part just a little more. And as it did, my mouth dropped, and the anger flared inside me like I was about to combust. Ah, well what do we have here..

I was thinking rather clearly for once, it was almost frightening, how close everything felt. i could even feel the soft mist slowly dampening my coat. I was wary about being so aware, it made me vulnerable, weak. You can be strong. We can be strong. I nodded once, to myself more than my company, a deep scowl hardening my features. It was a while before i realised that my mouth had dropped open slightly, i snapped it shut, my teeth clicking on the impact. I had been sure i would be alone here, of all places. The company ad caught me unawares. But just because i wasn't expecting, didn't mean i wasn't prepared. I felt stronger, better rested these days. Although the deep scars on my legs were still scabbed over with dried blood from one of my more recent expotitions. You must be more careful..

My attention drifted back to my company. What was her name? Biscuit. i spat the word, venom in my voice. My eyes dragged across her frame in a way that wasn't meant to be flattering. Oh how things had never changed. How grudges were held, and the hate i felt for this wench was still so very strong. A low growl rumbled in my chest, my face disgusted. Of all the equines i could have run into on my afternoon stroll. We had some history, biscuit and I. She had been one of them. One of them monsters. I drew myself up, and the water stirred around my feet, swirling closer unnaturally, i wasn't taking any chances. Not this time. Wait, let us see what the lady has to say..

I was fed up with waiting, and i took several furious steps through the murky water in her direction. Stop. She was taller than i remembered, and well built, i had to admit. I took another step. Wait. Be damned if i was the one to walk away wounded this time. Over my dead body. Control yourself. I was on the rocks now, they clattered under my hooves like castanets. The water was lapping furiously at the shore, ready to follow me up the bank. But i was determined to keep focus, not to break step. I was fairly close now, barely two body lengths. When i stamped my feet to a halt, scattering the rocks in all directions. My eyes felt like acid, and i was sure that if it were anyone but this wench i found myself confronted by, the glare would burn. Oh yes, i adore meadows. I simply decided to come for an afternoon stroll along the beach. My voice was heavy with sarcasm, there was no respect here. Nor should there be. My blood was pulsing thick with adrenaline and anticipation. This time, i would not lose..