Chapter 3 Another Sorrow
第 3 章
4 年前
229 Numbness, then pure grief hit Skywind, knocking her out of breath.
Icerain, dead? But that can't be true. Her brother, Icerain, dead?
Then grief turned into anger and hatred. Hantred for Icerain, for herself, for war. Though every pony knew that war means deaths, and they all know that every battle means a knock at death's door. But still, no one can fully accept their loved ones death until the wound goes old and he or she became a faint, happy memory of the past, maybe occasionally mentioned at gatherings, only bringing sorrow to those who loved them late at night when everything goes quiet.
Skywind's parents stood up. 'We'll leave you with your nurse.' Her mother said, 'Listen to her advice, and don't... well, I'll leave it to the nurse to tell you.' And they left the room.
'The nurse busied her self in the next room, and a few minutes later, a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of Skywind. 'Drink it, Miss Stormcloud, it will do good to you. And I have something em... to tell you.' Skywind lifted her head slightly and drank, the tea was warm but her body still feel like ice, frozen, never melting. She faintly heard the nurse say something through the rushing of memories of her brother in her head. His faint little laughs, his jokes, his pranks, the days they spent together as a filly and a colt. The nurse repeated her words. Something about her left wing. Skywind has completely forgotten about her body condition. Sure, her whole body was aching as if every bone was broken and her mussles groan at the faintest move, but there was no particular pain, so she thought she was aright. Of course, not actually all well, not the jumping and running sort of well, but she supposed that she would be perfectly fine after a few day's rest.
The third time the nurse repeated, Skywind finally caught her words.
Her left wing, had been cut off.
Icerain, dead? But that can't be true. Her brother, Icerain, dead?
Then grief turned into anger and hatred. Hantred for Icerain, for herself, for war. Though every pony knew that war means deaths, and they all know that every battle means a knock at death's door. But still, no one can fully accept their loved ones death until the wound goes old and he or she became a faint, happy memory of the past, maybe occasionally mentioned at gatherings, only bringing sorrow to those who loved them late at night when everything goes quiet.
Skywind's parents stood up. 'We'll leave you with your nurse.' Her mother said, 'Listen to her advice, and don't... well, I'll leave it to the nurse to tell you.' And they left the room.
'The nurse busied her self in the next room, and a few minutes later, a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of Skywind. 'Drink it, Miss Stormcloud, it will do good to you. And I have something em... to tell you.' Skywind lifted her head slightly and drank, the tea was warm but her body still feel like ice, frozen, never melting. She faintly heard the nurse say something through the rushing of memories of her brother in her head. His faint little laughs, his jokes, his pranks, the days they spent together as a filly and a colt. The nurse repeated her words. Something about her left wing. Skywind has completely forgotten about her body condition. Sure, her whole body was aching as if every bone was broken and her mussles groan at the faintest move, but there was no particular pain, so she thought she was aright. Of course, not actually all well, not the jumping and running sort of well, but she supposed that she would be perfectly fine after a few day's rest.
The third time the nurse repeated, Skywind finally caught her words.
Her left wing, had been cut off.