For a moment, there was a brief sense of relief. Suddenly, all the burdens Eivangeline had previously held were released; they weren't weighing down her shoulders in the way they used it. It was a strange sensation - to actually feel relieved instead of being. To one, feeling and being might have been the same, but to Eivangeline the difference was astonishing.

Eivangeline was floating through nothingness. A colorless expanse of space that was neither warm nor cool. In that split second, she experienced what it was like to be free. She wasn't sure if this was punishment - set onto her by the wrath of the being - or a reward, given to her for performing her job dutifully for a stretch of time longer than she could even count.

Abruptly, there was a shaking, and the space she floated in rocked forward. Then backward, and forward once again. She felt delighted at the feeling of nausea creeping up into her chest. A rumbling began to shake the space. She was beginning to fear that the being was revengeful, finally deciding to rid of her after all of the years (centuries? millenniums?) she served beneath his or her command.

And then the sound of the ocean crashed into the colorless space. It was something...to listen to the ocean instead of being it's waves, being it's blue, being it's danger. Eivangeline's body tingled, and once again, she was tangled in the net of new sensations that became to overcome her. She could have cried - she was so happy.

Her eyes closed in a slow, slow blink. Everything felt lethargic, like she trying to move underwater. When she opened them, a force of cold water smashed into her body and sent her careening. When she opened her eyes again, the colorless space had eased into a strong hue of cerulean.

Filters of soft light beamed down. Cold surrounded her, so thoroughly she felt as if she were part of the water. In the being's world, she was.

She was in the ocean.

Startled, she glanced in every direction. Her once formless body had taken the shape of what seemed to be a water horse. Her entire body, from head to tail, was shaded in dark, yet beautiful, shades of purples and violets and blues. Eivangeline became fascinated with herself, and when she was done, her attention found its way to the water around her. Eventually, her curiosity elevated, and she began awkwardly swimming to the surface to earn a better look. She was running out of air anyway.

The silver headdress on her head, holding a set of twisted horns, was too heavy. Her tail was too long, and her legs were too short. She ambled her way up, seeming to stumble along the way. Halfway to her destination - her eyes focused on the sky hanging above the water - she began to get used to her new body, and the journey was easier. She learned to bend her tail in such a way that would propel her ahead. She found that tucking her horse legs close to her body, as if she were rearing, would make her go faster.

Finally, her nose poked above the water. Her whole head and some of her neck surfaced, her thick dark mane dripping.

All around her was a stretch of calm ocean and above her rested a clear sky, dotted with speckles of white clouds. She still wondered if the being was rewarding or taunting her. Maybe even punishing her. But to Evangeline, this was nothing like a consequence. It was a gift - to be (temporarily?) released from her duties as everything. Relief, once more, began to take over.

You look like you've never seen the ocean before, commented a voice.

Eivangeline saw another water horse - male - slightly larger than her, with a squarer head, a thicker neck, and broad, muscular shoulders. His coat was a shimmering blue, and where the light hit it, a sheer green.

Eivangeline hesitated before answering. I haven't.

The other water horse smirked, as if she were making a joke. So did you fall from the sky?

Eivangeline looked up briefly, blinking in confusion at his question. She considered it quick but hard. Yes, I suppose.

The other water horse stared oddly, like he hadn't expected her to answer so seriously. I was kidding.

I wasn't.

Anyone who had been listening to Eivangeline at that moment would have suspected she was telling the truth - she sounded so serious. Her voice held no jest. She held the other water horse's eyes steadily.

Well, okay then, the other water horse said slowly. Surprisingly, he belived her. Just a little though. He found himself looking the female ahead up and down, spellbound by her color - different from that of any other around - her regal headdress, and her intricate markings. She wasn't from around these waters, obviously. He curiously asked, What's your name?

She brightened. Eivangeline.

Ouryn. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, he said.

Pleasure to meet yours, she replied warmly, tilting her head on a slight incline towards him.

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More to be written!

Name: Eivangeline
Alias: Eva
Gender: Female
Species: Peophin
Paint: Darigan
Age: Has no age.
Owner: Topaz

Color: Warm reddish purple. Fades into darker purple. The same darker purple runs along her back.
Markings: Pale purple swirls and stripes on face, legs, and tail.
Accessories: Silver headdress with horns and fins tipped in gold. Blue necklace with a ripple pattern on the cloth. Silver bands on legs with a scarf. More bands and jewelry on tail.

The tune a violin plays, the song that a voice sings, the sun's light, the pain felt when you cut your knee. Never meant to grow conscious feelings of her surroundings, she was created from nothing to become everything - not burden nor gift.

In order to be everything, she must never sleep, though she may be the feeling of exhaustion and the relief of rest. She can never eat, though she may be the hunger inside or the exquisite taste of a meal.

She can speak but only to those who are willing to enter her world, and those who enter her world must experience the sensation of being everything. They must be strong, or they will succumb to everything. Only then will they have earned the privilege to even behold her. If she is fond of the visitor, she may or may not speak.

She is ruled by a single being, who is constantly changing. She has never seen the being before, only heard his (her?) voice. The being insists that she leave the form of a water horse, but ever since her journey to the mortal world she has refused to become anything else.

She can get quite stubborn.

Take a journey to my land, you say? Do you understand the intensity of becoming everything at once? Will you be crushed beneath the pressure? Like Atlas, holding the world above his head? Do you even comprehend the enormity of what you are venturing into?

My world was nothing until I presented my concerns to the being -- could I not live in comfort? Couldn't I, if being everything, at least see things physically at well that weren't a part of my essence? These inquiries weren't discussed with the being until long after my journey to the real world -- he or she might have seen a change in me.

The being bestowed me with my own living quarters. From then on, my duties were less painful. The being often took on my duties as his or her own, and for a short period of time every day, I was relieved of work. I considered this to be a most generous act of the being, and my fondness of him or her significantly increased afterward.

If you were to stop by my world - and survive its perilous challenges - I might let you in for a drink. However, I may stare. You see, not many stumble across my world, and even fewer inquire about it and actually find themselves within its borders. To see anybody survive the tasks of Mirrorside...well...

That would be a sight to behold.

I feel great sadness in watching anybody depart, and I always wonder why company must be so short-lived. However, I won't keep anybody against their will; I will even direct them towards many different paths, all of which may be of their best interests.

Below, links to several like myself are shown. One might find it fascinating to discover stories that pertain to their interests -- I encourage anyone to visit them.

Now, if one is finished with their journey, they also have the choice to return to their homeland -- I can easily steer them towards that path, and the return will be simple. It only requires one to close their eyes, and home they will be.

Or they can just click this link. That method of transportation is available, as well.