My hoof falls resound my despair as I trudge through this wonderland. A broken heart, ripped at the seams shortly after being sewn back together. The metaphorical stitches hurt even before being torn apart. My reunion with Collateral was dramatic and filled with passion so deep that thinking of it made my chest ache and left my soul begging for mercy. My chapped kissers tremble as I collapse, his name upon my breath. There's nothing I can do now. He's gone. I must accept such a harsh fact. Truth hurts. A soft cry leaves me as I give in and just lay here. Sorrow taking over me. The rage is over, Thane will be punished. My son will take care of him and earn back Amaryllis Falls in the process. Thane's fate is Secondhand Smoke's destiny, that I have made sure of. All that I can do now is cross my heart and hope to die.

Chaos. The mythical dwelling of the two fates, Artemis and Apollo. What tragedy would lie in store for me shall I continue to suffer here, only they would know. Unpredictable, much like my old self. As old as time, much like love, rage, and despair. Most highly powered. Do with me what they want, death is all I wish for at the moment. Suicide. Grim Reaper, can you not come fast enough? Your scythe is what I long to witness, the Styx what I long to enter.

Vengeance is needed. Of high demand. Nothing else matters, only Colateral. My world revolves around him. Our love, our life, our passion. Our son is of no concern to me anymore. He is strong, stronger than I. No longer can I hold on. I fear that insanity is bound to set in shall I continue forth with life in this dreary manner.

Death is the only answer for such a hollow corpse. This feeling I have... I'm no longer whole. Not without my other half, Cole. I grieve for him so deeply I cry for mercy yet again. Letting my carcass go limp, I close my eyes and let the images of our life together fill my crania. How could everything have gone so wrong? Why have the Fates delivered me such heartache? Have mercy! Give me a life to live! I can no longer stand such torment. This is no life, this is emptiness. Nothing. Can you not give me something? Death, a purpose maybe. My screams can only get so loud!

Color and madness is all I see. Set the revolver, it will come in handy. However, I would never pull the trigger. Not until I know that I have fulfilled my destiny, my fate. My future is uncertain, yet to be determined. That is why I am here. Guidance is what I need. Call to me dear Fates, whisper in my audit of what lies before me. I trust you. I have to...

A final ragged breathe. Warm luminance shines upon me, forcing me to open my eyes out of curiosity. Who was it? None other than… Apollo. He must have heard my thoughts. However, due to his words, possibly not. His tall figure looms over my carcass as I gaze at him in awe, my jaw slightly ajar as I pull in shallow breathes. Struggling greatly, I slowly rise, my bones creaking and legs trembling. A thin form, skin clinging to bones that have become brittle. I may seem like I belong to the Weaklands, though such is incorrect. The estranged lead mare of Amaryllis Falls, my identity, my mask. Painfully, I bow before the higher authority dubbed Apollo. Then my accented tenor eludes my quivering kissers. “Apollo. Digging through such emptiness will get you nowhere, as we all are aware. I have perfect reason to enter your realm of fantasies, shall I indulge you in such dreary banter, then the answer you shall find.” Taking a step back from his warm bod, I hang my head, my nares quivering with such pathetic emotions. Directing my cold stare at the sun god, I continue, struggling for the breath to supply my syllables. “Figuratively speaking, my life has been stripped from my possession. The love of my life has been slaughtered by his own kin, leaving my lands with a new ruler beside me. My own progeny has left me, the only shard of sanity, the blood of my love, gone. Now all that is left of me is what you see. The stress and overwhelming sadness of which I bare has created all that remains. A pathetic, useless, damsel. No longer the beauty I once was, as you can tell.”

Feeling faint, I pause. Such powerful emotions reside within my hollowness. This is not life, this is the verge of death. I have starved myself. Abused my figure. Abandoned my wits. I am personally surprised my sentences are complete and coherent. Again, my smoky accent returns to bore the air, and possibly lull Apollo to slumber. “Dashing Apollo. I come here, to your world of mystery, in search of an answer. The question itself is unknown. You have a task now. Extinguish my life, or give me purpose. That is all I am asking of your highly powers.”

My limbs feel as if they are about to give beneath me. I sense another episode of pathetic emotions. The thought of Cole enters my mind, bringing me to my knees. How weak must I look to such a powerful god as Apollo? The very god whom had marked my bodice with the passion between Cole and I, producing a colt of such power, not even I can control his heated emotions of rage and his need for vengeance. Surely, Apollo would know what lies within my broken record of a brain, for the images keep coming back. The memories torture me. The point of insanity is so near, I can feel it. How much longer am I able to go on like this? Only the Fates know.

Pathetic. I watched at the earth shifted, water vapors clung to the golden stud, and the clueless sea monster made movement. I know you can do much better than that, Apollo, as do you. This little wonderland is merely that of a sprinkle, why not make it pour? I knew full well he would most likely be able to hear my thoughts, as I light-heartedly mocked him.

Apollos words mingled with my empty soul, practically bringing me back to life. Practically, however, not literally. A purpose was good enough for me. Besides, the way he said it made it seem like something the old me would have done. The reckless, unchaste, and highly dangerous Sinsonte that Cole had known. There was no quiver in my chapped lips as I thought of he and I during our better days together.

That was most surely a sign.

Arching my neck with confidence, I flicked my thick tail, revealing absolute determination as I moved in closer toward the Fate. He was trouble, but fun trouble. And hadn't trouble been my thing when I was with Cole? My smoky tone unleashed itself to mingle with the air, a different sound to it, less cold and boring, though still thick with a Spanish accent. "Sure as hell sounds like a plan to me, Apollo. There will be consequences, I realize, however, those would become mere twigs and pebbles in my path and I'll be damned if I fail myself, or you."

Oh, what truth I spoke. This clever Fate, so full of ideas and creativity that he probably took for granted. His powers are immense and masterful, though hardly paid any attention to by himself. Well now, I suppose I shall experience the magnitude of such power.

"Lets get this over with so that I may begin. The sooner, the better, and the more fun." Casting one last glance at the sun god, I lightly closed my eyes. My entire bodice twitched with excited anticipation for the task at hand. I would bring up my queries for the Fate later, for now was the time for business.