Seagulls. The scent of salt air. Sand beneath my face.
Where was I?
Groggily I got to my hooves, the overly bright sunlight causing me to squint. A figure approaches and it is long moments before her face registers. Helena, my mother. She sits by my side to let me collect my wits. Something is off, but I can't put my finger on it, reeling as I am fro seeing her again.
We speak at length about the scale of the challenge ahead of us, about her past and her involvement with my father. She tells me we can only speak through the magic of the necklace that she left for me with Versi.
'No mere bauble this, my son. Protect it and keep it, for within it, lies my soul itself and the possibility of my return.'
Gods, could it be possible? To bring her back once more?
It is as she embraces me to say her farewell that it strikes me what was odd. She strides back to the sea with two legs, not the familiar equine form I remember from my youth.
'My boy, my child' she chides. 'Truly, that was never my true form. Nor yours, if you really put your mind to it.'
With that, she is gone, melted away into the sea foam of the waves.