The next morning, as I emerged from the darkness of my dreams, the shadows in the room seemed to writhe and twist around me, like living things. The air was heavy with the scent of salt and seaweed, and the sound of the waves crashing against the distant cliff was a mournful sigh that echoed through my very soul. I sat up in bed, my heart racing like a wild animal, my sheets tangled around me like a snare. The memories of the previous day's attack still lingered, a festering wound that refused to heal. I could feel the weight of Lennon's gaze upon me, even before I saw him standing in the kitchenette, his eyes fixed on me with an almost palpable concern."Ace, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky, like the purr of a contented beast.I nodded, trying to shake off the lingering fear, but my voice was barely above a whisper. "I had a nightmare. About yesterday."His face fell, his eyes clouding over like a stormy sea. He knew exactly what I was talking about, and the pain and anger that still lingered in his eyes was a testament to the depth of his feelings. "They'll never hurt you again, Ace," he promised, his voice a vow that was both fierce and tender. "No one in The Dread will ever hurt you again. Not after what I did to those males last night."I felt a shiver run down my spine as I remembered the look on Lennon's face when he had found me, the fury and the anguish that had driven him to seek revenge. And I knew that he would stop at nothing to protect me, to keep me safe from harm. As I gazed into his eyes, I felt the weight of our shared experience settle between us like a mantle of moonlight. The memory of that terrible moment still lingered, a scar that throbbed with a dull ache, but it was also a reminder of the fierce devotion that had driven him to rescue me. His eyes, like two dark pools of water, seemed to hold a world of emotion, a depth of feeling that I was only beginning to comprehend. And as I felt the warmth of his gaze, I knew that I was no longer alone, that I had found a refuge in him, a sanctuary from the dangers that lurked in every shadow. The attack had been a crucible, a trial by fire that had forged a bond between us, a bond that was both fragile and unbreakable. And as I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of his presence, I knew that we would never be the same again, that we had been forever connected by that horrific experience. But even as I felt a sense of comfort in his words, I knew that I needed to escape the confines of the cottage, to clear my head and shake off the lingering fear. I threw off the covers and stood up, my silk nightgown clinging to me like a second skin."I need some fresh air," I said, making my way to the kitchen area, where he handed me a cup of steaming coffee.I took it gratefully, feeling the warmth of the cup in my hands, and stepped outside into the crisp misty morning air. The ocean stretched out before me just below the cliffs, a vast expanse of grey and blue that seemed to stretch on forever. That bridge where Lennon had found me just two days prior was a faded line in the distant mist. The waves crashed against the rocks below, their rhythmic pounding a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. As I stood there, sipping my coffee and watching the sun rise over the ocean, I breathed and felt a sense of peace wash over me, a sense of calm that was both fragile and fleeting. For in this world of shadows and danger, I knew that without Lennon near, I might never truly be safe, not as long as the threats of The Dread lurked in every corner, waiting to strike. As I stood outside cradling my coffee in my hands, the trees seemed to whisper secrets in the wind, their leaves rustling with an ancient, mystical language. The air was alive with magic, a thrumming pulse that resonated deep within my soul. I felt the call of the forest, a siren's song that beckoned me deeper into its depths. My feet moved of their own accord, carrying me along a winding path that seemed to unfold before me like a velvet cloak. The pine needles crunched beneath my bare feet, releasing a fragrant scent that filled my senses and transported me to a world of wonder. The trees loomed above me, their branches tangling together in a canopy of emerald and gold. I felt small and insignificant, yet at the same time, I was filled with a sense of awe, of reverence for the ancient power that pulsed through the forest. And then, I sensed him. Lennon. He followed a distance behind me, allowing me space to explore. His presence was a warm, golden light that seeped into my bones, a reassuring energy that told me I was not alone. I didn't need to turn around to know he was there; I could feel his eyes on me, watching over me with a quiet, steadfast devotion. As I walked, the forest grew denser, the trees closer together. The air grew warmer, the scent of pine and earth giving way to a sweet, floral fragrance that filled my senses. And then, I saw it. A glowing, turquoise pool of water, nestled among the trees like a secret treasure. The hot spring was a shimmering oasis, steam lazily rising above its surface, a haven of peace and tranquility that seemed to call to me with a siren's voice. I felt a shiver of wonder run down my spine as I approached the spring. The water was crystal clear, its color a vibrant, electric blue that was mystical and otherworldly. I felt drawn to it, as if it held some secret, some hidden truth that only I could unlock. Without thinking, I reached out a hand, my fingers brushing against the water's surface. The touch sent a shiver of electricity through me, a spark of magic that ignited a fire within my very being. As I knelt before the pool, the magic of the water seemed to unfurl like a tender petal, grazing over my very soul. The pool hummed a gentle melody, a soothing vibration that pulsed through my ears and resonated deep within my chest. It was as if the water was whispering secrets, ancient and mystical, that only I could hear. And then, the dam broke. Emotion overwhelmed me, and I was consumed by a torrent of tears. I sobbed, great, racking sobs that shook my body like a leaf in a storm. I wept for the attack, for the pain and the fear that still lingered within me like a festering wound. I wept for the loss of my memories, for the sense of identity that had been torn from me like a leaf from a tree. I wept for feeling like an outsider, a human in a magical land where I didn't belong. My tears connected with the water of the pool creating soft ripples and the water seemed to come alive. It shimmered and glowed, its turquoise color morphing into a kaleidoscope of hues that danced across its surface like a rainbow. The pool was pulsing with a light that seemed to emanate from within, a light that was both fierce and gentle, like the heartbeat of the earth itself. I felt a sense of wonder, of awe, as I gazed into the pool's depths. It was as if I was seeing the world for the first time, a world of magic and wonder that was full of possibility and promise. The pool was a mirror, reflecting back to me all the hopes and fears that I had been trying to keep hidden. And as I knelt there, mesmerized by its beauty, I felt a sense of peace begin to settle over me, like a soft blanket wrapped around my soul. But as the water began to bubble, it's peaceful energy became more erratic. A shiver of anticipation danced down my spine. But the magic of the pool, sensing my unease, wrapped itself around me like a gentle caress, soothing my nerves and calming my heart. I felt a sense of wonder begin to build within me, a sense of awe that seemed to grow with every passing moment. But Lennon, standing behind me, was not so easily calmed. I felt his energy tense, his energy becoming a shield of protection around me, a bulwark against any danger that might arise. His eyes, I knew, were fixed on the pool, his gaze intent and watchful. I heard the soft crunch of pine needles beneath his feet as he slowly approached, his movements deliberate and cautious, like a predator stalking its prey.And then, suddenly, the pine needles stopped. The water's surface trembled as bubbles in the water began to clear, and I saw it. A snout emerged, its delicate contours glowing with a soft, ethereal light that seemed to dance across its surface like a thousand tiny stars. The eyes, two glittering orbs of ice and blue, rose up from the depths, fixing me with a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through to the very soul of me. Beads of glittering droplets fell from the animal as it slowly emerged. The ears, delicate and pointed, followed, twitching with a gentle, almost imperceptible movement as the creature's form began to take shape, its body rising up from the water like a misty apparition, its features coalescing into a being of breathtaking beauty and power. A horse, its coat shimmering a breathtaking pearly white that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. It stared directly at me, directly into my soul, as if it could see every secret, every fear, every hope that lay hidden within me. I froze, my breath caught in my throat, as I took in the horse's beauty. It was as if time itself had stopped, and all that existed was this moment, this creature, and I. And then, the horse shook. It shook off the droplets of water, and I saw them, emerging from its sides. Enormous wings, shimmering in the sunlight that filtered through the trees, their feathers glimmering with iridescence, like the colors of a brand new pearl. Its hooves, matching the colors of the wings, seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if they were infused with the magic of the pool. I tried to control my mouth, to keep it from dropping open in wonder, but I couldn't. I was transfixed, my gaze locked on the horse's eyes as it regarded me with a calm, gentle intelligence. It was as if I was seeing into its very soul, and it was seeing into mine. I felt a sense of connection, of understanding, that I couldn't quite explain. As the horse glided towards me, its hooves barely disturbing the water's surface, a soothing tranquility emanated from its very being. The air seemed to vibrate with a calming energy, as if the creature's presence was a balm to my very soul. It drew closer, its majestic form undulating with each step, until it stood before me, its head bent in a gentle gesture of submission. With a soft nuzzle, it touched its forehead to mine, and a surge of magic burst forth, weaving an invisible thread of gold that bound us together in a bond of ancient power. In that instant, the world around me dissolved, and I was flooded with visions of the horse's memories, a kaleidoscope of images that danced across my mind's eye like a whispered promise. I felt its heartbeat, strong and steady, its breath a gentle caress against my skin. For a fleeting moment, I was one with the creature, our souls entwined in a dance of magic and wonder. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the vision faded, leaving me gasping in wonder. My gaze locked on the horse's, I felt a thread of steel-strong magic binding us together, a bond that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The horse stood before me, its eyes shining with a deep intelligence, as if waiting for my command.Behind me, Lennon's voice was a whispered breath of awe, his words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Mother above, you just created a pegasus."I stood there, transfixed by the wonder of it all, my mind reeling with the implications of what had just transpired. I was frozen in amazement, my thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and awe. When I finally managed to find my voice, it was barely above a whisper, and my words were laced with a sense of wonder."How?" I asked Lennon, my eyes still fixed on the magnificent creature before me.Lennon's response was equally hushed, his words barely audible as he stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "Your tears," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and reverence. "Your human tears, mixing with the hot spring. They're rare, there are only seven known pegasus in our world."As I gazed at the pegasus, I felt a strange energy coursing through our bond, a knowing that transcended words. It was as if the creature was communicating with me on a deeper level, a level that spoke directly to my soul. And in that moment, I knew exactly what it was trying to convey. It was a question, a simple yet profound inquiry that seemed to echo through the very fabric of our connection."What is my name?" it seemed to ask, the question resonating deep within me.And without even thinking, the answer slipped out of my mouth, a name that seemed to fit the creature perfectly. "Ozzy," I said, the word feeling like a key turning in a lock, a sense of completion and belonging that seemed to seal our bond forever. As the horse whinnied in approval, it dipped its majestic head, inviting me to mount its back. I didn't hesitate, the thread of our bond pulsing with a sense of security and trust that seemed to wrap itself around my heart. With a sense of wonder, I swung my leg over the horse's back, feeling the warmth of its muscles beneath me. And then, as if by magic, the air seemed to shimmer and coalesce around us, forming a pearly white leather saddle that seemed to grow from the horse's very flesh. The saddle swirled with a soft, ethereal glow, as if infused with the magic of the forest, and I felt myself becoming one with the horse, our hearts beating as one. As I settled into the saddle, the horse's mane seemed to come alive, swirling around its face to form a delicate, filigree-patterned bridle. The reins, soft and supple, seemed to wrap themselves around my fingers, and I felt a sense of power and freedom that I had never known before. The horse's muscles tensed beneath me, and then, in a single, fluid motion, it launched itself into the air, its wings beating the wind with a slow, powerful rhythm. I screamed with surprise, my fingers closing around the reins as I felt the rush of the wind in my face. The vision of Lennon, standing on the ground below, grew smaller and smaller as we ascended, until he was just a tiny figure, his face a picture of concern and fear. But then, in a burst of movement, his wings shot out from his back, and he launched himself into the air, his face set in a determined expression. As he reached us, his eyes scanned my face, searching for any sign of distress, but when he saw that I was laughing uncontrollably, a look of relief washed over him. The horse glided through the air, its wings beating in a slow, powerful rhythm, and Lennon flew beside us, his wings beating in perfect synchrony. I felt free, I felt liberated, my pearly white hair streaming behind me like a banner. The wind rushed past me, whipping my face and sending my heart soaring, and I knew that I would never forget this moment, this feeling of weightlessness and joy. As we soared through the skies, the wind rushing past us like a gentle caress, the breathtaking expanse of Numariyah unfolded before us like a verdant tapestry. The land was a vibrant, pulsing entity, alive with the rhythm of ancient magic. We glided effortlessly over the rolling hills and verdant forests, the horse's wings beating in a slow, powerful rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the very heartbeat of the land. As we flew over The Dread, the Sidhe on the ground gazed up at us in wonder, their faces upturned and their eyes shining with a mix of awe and trepidation. I caught Lennon's eye, and we both burst out laughing, the sound carrying on the wind as we flew by. The flight seemed to have a profound effect on the horse's bond with me, as if the very act of soaring through the skies had locked our connection into place. I felt a sense of solidification, a sense of permanence, as if our bond had been forged in the very fire of the wind. As we flew over the cottage, the horse began to descend, its wings beating in a slow, gentle rhythm that seemed to ease us down to the earth. The landing was smooth, the horse's hooves touching down on the grass with a soft thud. I felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging, as if I had finally found my place in the world. The horse's eyes met mine, and I knew that we were one, our bond forged in the very heart of Numariyah.