Never had I experienced pain like I did when Father banished me. It was far more than the physical pain, I was lost in an emotional collapse that I never would have thought I’d experience.
That was at first.
I was confident, after all, I was not one of the lower Ancients, a peasant in nature. I was a princess, next in line for the throne. There was no question in my mind that if there would be punishment it would be minor. A slap on the wrist. Perhaps I would have been sent to the pen to monitor the farming for a few days. That is disgusting work, because humans can be so vile.
How they ever came to be so accomplished on Earth is beyond me. Yet they did and again, because of their vile nature lost it all.
Many times in man’s history they lost it all but they rose again to the occasion and reclaimed. Not this time.
Standing in that pathetic court while my father and four peers passed judgment on me all based on the word and memories of a lowlife Mare enraged me. Why was there even a question? The beast attack needn’t even have occurred had the Elders handed the little wench over to me.
It all would have been done, over with. Her withered body would lay at the bottom of a ravine, ravaged from me draining her. Of course, a Mare drained too quickly became more savage than any beast out there. I did have the plan to slaughter her in the brief moments before she changed over.
That was done.
Fantasy over.
When I saw my father draw back his fist, when I saw the look in his eyes before he cast me out, I felt the pain I caused him, but it was minor to the pain he caused me. How dare he? I knew nothing about being banished. No one does. No one ever returned. They were “sent away until proven worthy”, whatever that meant. I took it as a nice way to say, “you are done, goodbye, good riddance”.
The encasement light sucked something from me. I felt burning, as if I were going to combust, and then they were all gone. My father, the Mare, the educator, all faded from my sight and then I was floating in a black abyss, unable to see in front of me, and could only hear the cries and moans of the damned that had gone before me.
I had to clear my mind of the Mare and any other human force on Earth. We Ancients lived much longer lives. One year of our lives is equal to one hundred years of a human’s life. So, even if I were only banished for one Ancient year, the Mare would be long dead, unless of course she ended up being one of those wrinkled, decrepit creatures that existed during man’s best years.
With every second I moved and spun with more velocity. A torture device, that I would sink into and eventually get used to.
It did not matter how long I was sentenced or banished, because no matter when it would be, unlike those who were banished before me, I would be different. I would return.