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>It was the first time Haze reached that side of the forest edge
>She was born and raised in a coastal village, near the mouth of the Amazon river.
>So wide was the ancient body of water that from one shore or the river you couldn't see the other side.
>But now it was more like an invisible 'edge'; the trees started to grow in sparse chunks, then one by one they gave place to bushes, small vines, and wide open spaces.
>The wind almost carried away the green and yellow feathers that were always stuck in her mane.
>They stopped for a minute in order to fill their bottles in a pristine little creek that likely originated far up in the mountain range.
>Without realizing, Haze was outside the jungle, standing amidst tall blades of grass that reached her chin.
>Kuru returned from the creek; her body was completely soaked and dripping
>The red pigment almost completely gone from her face.
>"How are you not freezing?" Said Haze, not accustomed to the mild climate of the mountains.
>Kuru giggled, squeezing her mane to remove as much water as possible. For her, however, this place was home.
>At least used to be...
>From a little wooden box, she got some kind of red waxy thing. Urucum powder; a natural pigment that most tribes used to mark their bodies in one way or another.
>Kuru closed her eyes and made a stripe from one side to another of her face. On her cheeks she added three small risks.
>War.
>Ready to go, each mare with a particular set of thoughts; Haze about to explore that 'alien' land.
>Kuru ready to encounter some unpleasant memories.
>Five or so minutes had passed since they started to make their way through the vast fields.
>A strange silence filled that area, the wind suddenly seemed to stop.
>There wasn't enough time to capture the moment; Haze's ears picked something; a buzz, a sharp buzz -- an intense heat -- her eyes were consumed by the brightness.
>She tried to scream.
>Kuru aimed; although dazzled, Haze heard that unique sound of a sharp arrow crossing the air.
>It hit one of the blades of the drone, it self detonated.
>All of that was compressed in a matter of four seconds. Haze found herself on the ground, a fireball was all that remained, followed by a rain of tiny debris.
>Kuruminha dragged her away from the fire, her senses started to return.
>Haze tried to understand what her friend was talking about. Gradually, she helped the pegasus get back on her hooves.
>The words, however were still too far away.
>The mountain was too far away
>The end of it all -- was it too far away as well?
>Or was it impossible?
>She was born and raised in a coastal village, near the mouth of the Amazon river.
>So wide was the ancient body of water that from one shore or the river you couldn't see the other side.
>But now it was more like an invisible 'edge'; the trees started to grow in sparse chunks, then one by one they gave place to bushes, small vines, and wide open spaces.
>The wind almost carried away the green and yellow feathers that were always stuck in her mane.
>They stopped for a minute in order to fill their bottles in a pristine little creek that likely originated far up in the mountain range.
>Without realizing, Haze was outside the jungle, standing amidst tall blades of grass that reached her chin.
>Kuru returned from the creek; her body was completely soaked and dripping
>The red pigment almost completely gone from her face.
>"How are you not freezing?" Said Haze, not accustomed to the mild climate of the mountains.
>Kuru giggled, squeezing her mane to remove as much water as possible. For her, however, this place was home.
>At least used to be...
>From a little wooden box, she got some kind of red waxy thing. Urucum powder; a natural pigment that most tribes used to mark their bodies in one way or another.
>Kuru closed her eyes and made a stripe from one side to another of her face. On her cheeks she added three small risks.
>War.
>Ready to go, each mare with a particular set of thoughts; Haze about to explore that 'alien' land.
>Kuru ready to encounter some unpleasant memories.
>Five or so minutes had passed since they started to make their way through the vast fields.
>A strange silence filled that area, the wind suddenly seemed to stop.
>There wasn't enough time to capture the moment; Haze's ears picked something; a buzz, a sharp buzz -- an intense heat -- her eyes were consumed by the brightness.
>She tried to scream.
>Kuru aimed; although dazzled, Haze heard that unique sound of a sharp arrow crossing the air.
>It hit one of the blades of the drone, it self detonated.
>All of that was compressed in a matter of four seconds. Haze found herself on the ground, a fireball was all that remained, followed by a rain of tiny debris.
>Kuruminha dragged her away from the fire, her senses started to return.
>Haze tried to understand what her friend was talking about. Gradually, she helped the pegasus get back on her hooves.
>The words, however were still too far away.
>The mountain was too far away
>The end of it all -- was it too far away as well?
>Or was it impossible?
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