Unyielding

Jonas rushed to the crater just ahead of him.

His breaths were faster than the galloping of his heart, and his mind was spiraling with dreadful thoughts.

He trotted down the deep crevice, struggling to keep his balance with great effort, only to find himself tumbling down painfully.

Several blunt bruises stained his heavy equine body and a small upheaval of dust followed his failed attempt at a decent descent.

Coming to a stop after several dozen seconds of his unceremonious fall, Jonas strained his neck to look up at the motionless figure of Elias.

Frozen in shock, Jonas did not even bother to lift himself up for a few brief moments, the only thing he managed to do was to stare at his human companion with unrestrained awe.

Taken shelter within his emerald orbs, was the picture of a boy that refused to survive.

He stands tall, sporting olive skin dyed crimson with fresh blood and coated grey with those dried by age.