I am not sure why Fate would allow such a thing to happen to me. I really did stumble upon this fight on accident. I wasn't looking for trouble, but trouble apparently has an easy way of finding me. It sucks you know. It really does. I know Uncle will not be happy with me. I mean my first day of freedom and I come home in shambles. I'm not quite sure he will believe the story. That I was minding my own business and two horses came and attacked one another and I got stuck. I can see him now. Yelling at me and keeping me locked away forever in my room. Well, I better get used to this taste of freedom. I inhale deeply to taste the summer air and I choke out in pain, my broken ribs rubbing against my lungs reminding me that my wish to taste freedom for the last time was denied. I do appreciate Frost and his ability to get me up, but I wish I wasn't making as much noise as I was. I know I am badly injured, but I wish I didn't sound weak. I don't want him to think little of me, but I guess I cannot fix that. I lower my head in shame as my bright blonde locks cover both sides of my face as I hold back the tears as I feel a searing pain cross through my body. I lean my head into his chest as I lean my weight on him speaking rapidly.

"Of course my injuries will heal I am not dying, just badly hurt."

I did not need to hear him say my injuries would heal. I know I am not dying. I mean if I was he wouldn't be helping me out right now. If there wasn't any hope for me he would just stay here and watch me take my last breath. Besides I think I would be seeing my parents if I was dying. I mean that is what they show in movies, book and TV shows. Your loved ones are waiting for you on the other side. I am sure my parents would be waiting and happily welcoming me in. Though I do not see that ominous tunnel of light. The only light I see is from the park lights that flicker slightly along the pathway. I can feel the pain slowly go numb slightly along my side as my eyes close for a moment, a bit weary as my body tries to cope with the changes. I am unaware that I have been bitten by Frost. I am unaware that my body is slowly going through some sort of drastic biological change. In a few days I will become a Were-Horse and I have absolute no idea that this will happen. With my head on his shoulder I can see the way his chest moves and I hear a hiss of a sigh and my cheeks flare red with embarrassment. Softly I mutter disgruntled with myself, apparently my appearance and answer to his question wasn't ideal.


"I am sorry I am nothing, but a failure to you."


I guess that is all that I am. A failure. I failed Uncle Azrael by not being safe and returning home at a proper time. I failed Frost with my lack of knowledge about Weres and why in the world he would ask me such things I do not know. I am confused as to why him fighting this horse is some sort of pack business, but why they had to do it in front of me I do not know. He speaks about something I will find distinctly unpleasant and before I can ask I can actually feel myself grow terribly cold. With a sharp hiss of shock I can feel my legs go limp and I think I am about to fall so I use my hands to grab a hold of the top of his shoulders, but I can feel my fingers go limp and the weight I carry of myself disappears. My bright blue eyes widen in shock as I can feel my mind turn into nothing and his one violet eye is the last thing I see before I go unconscious. When I regain some warmth again my eyes open slightly and I see that familiar violet eye once more. I know I am on the ground, I can feel my back is up against some wall. Puzzled my eyes shift away from Frost, but before I can question where we are I hear him tell me to be quiet. Why does he feel he is allowed to order me around? Just because I'm hurt doesn't give him that right. But before I can argue my eyes widen in shock as he explains we are at my Uncle's place, the very last place I want to be right now. His apology causes my eyes to shift down as I struggle to understand what he means that he will come back for me. As he knocks on the door and turns to leave I quickly grab his hand as I look up at him, gently speaking.


"It wasn't your fault Frost I got hurt, but thank you."


I notice as he walks away he does not turn around. I'm not sure why I feel hurt by this lack of gesture on his part. Perhaps I wasn't important to him, perhaps that kiss on the cheek meant nothing to him. I do not think he will come back for me there is nothing about me that is important enough for him to risk his life coming here to see me.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable