Written: Jan 5th, 2019

The heavenly figure stood on top of the hill, basking under the dim moon light. There were no stars in the sky – it seemed as if they had come down to earth to form this beautiful creature.

His tousled hair waved with the wind as he watched over the barrier of trees. He neighed, almost pleased, and turned to his flight back up.

His golden hooves played a short tune against the ground to make a glowing silver thread appear in front of him. It went up to the sky, where he belonged.

Just as he was about to step onto the thread, he heard the bushes behind him scrunch. Alarmed, he turned around.

"Found it!" The man hollered. A hunter. He raised his gun and aimed it steadily at the creature.

The horse neighed again and raced up to heaven. The man followed. He got a hold of the thread and started climbing up, abandoning his gun.

The thread started losing its shine and grew a shade of crimson red.

"Paradise shall be destroyed if an impure soul ever breathes on this thread, Jaglarg. This is not a toy."

"I can handle a thread, father. I've moved mountains and created meadows with a few taps of my hooves."

"Alright, but I'm warning you again, son. Don't let anyone else touch it."

Terrified, Jaglarg turned back. What in paradise is he supposed to do?!

He sprouted his wings and withdrew the thread immediately. The man fell down to his death, and the winged creature glided past the hill and set the thread down on the grass.

It was half crimson. He had to do something. Quick.

He willed the thread to cut in half.

The sky grew darker. It rained thunder bolts and he hardly managed to keep himself alive.

A dark fog appeared in the sky. It stared sucking up humans, trees, all his hard work. People were screaming, grabbing on to trees to stay on ground but it was of no use. Jaglarg held his ground, his hair blowing violently in the wind.

This is bad. This will be disastrous.

He took the crimson part of the thread and hurried under a cave.

There was no other option. He had to do this.

Taking deep breath, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the two pieces of thread. Strong shivers raced down his spine and he forced himself to ignore it.

He took one final long breath and collapsed on the cool floor of the cave. The thread, now torn into eight parts of silver, was scattered all across the earth.

Paradise was safe, but now secluded from Earth. From any of the other realms.

"I'm so sorry, father." He breathed out and ceased to exist.

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