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A Twist of Fate: Chapter 15

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A Twist of Fate


Chapter 15

Flight Angel awoke with a jerk, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She had been dreaming, just dreaming, but the picture her mind had developed had been so real, so lifelike. Blackbird… Her mind was racing. What did it mean? Why had she dreamt of him?

Blinking off the last threads of sleep and confusion, Flight Angel rose to her feet and stood in awe of the landscape before her. The Rockies, just as she had seen them from her temporary stall at the track, shone brilliantly in the early morning light. Like seaweed trapped in a strong current, the shadows created by the crevices danced and flickered as the sun rose triumphantly behind her amidst a backdrop of pink and orange. The stream beside her gently bubbled through it’s course as it fed the overwhelmingly green land on the opposite bank.

Suddenly, Flight Angel ears swiveled full circle. In the distance somewhere, a stallion was screeching. That noise. Something about it made her shudder down to her very bones. Then suddenly, she remembered.

The fire, the stalls burning, the horses screaming into the night. That’s how she had arrived here in this beautiful place, she had been chased, shot, and had collapsed here, in this very creek bed. The colors of the sky now had a new meaning. Nature was mourning, for all the murdered horses that had been killed because of her. Flight Angel reared, her eyes stinging with burning, painful tears, and she fled once more.

She galloped across the creek bed, into the tall grass that twisted itself around her hocks and fetlocks. Tucking her head into her chest with anguish, she ran on blindly, sending droplets of dew flinging feet into the air. She had to escape, but where she ran, it didn’t matter, for the pain never slackened, never let loose it’s grip on her tender heart.

Over the next rise, Flight Angel halted. She lowered her head below her hocks, and let out the most horrible, agonizing sob she had ever breathed.  Innocent horses were dead, Rusty was dead, and it was all because of her. She had created her own pain, and had made others suffer because of her. She didn’t deserve to live.

Suddenly, another scream spun her on her hindquarters, and the source of it sent her shuddering to her very marrow. Two stallions, both rearing upon their haunches, tore at one another in the misty, morning breeze. They struck each others chests, bit each others faces, and tore at every body part that they could reach. The one stallion, a dirty grey, fell to the ground, and before she could witness the end result, Flight Angel tore the ground and galloped into the distance.

“Wait!” a masculine voice called behind her. “Come back!” With amazing speed and agility, the victor had caught up with her, and had stopped her short with his body. Quickly Flight Angel darted to get around him, but every time he was one step ahead of her, and blocked her path once again. She couldn’t understand how he could anticipate her very movements, for she was one of the quickest, but his agility was far superior to her own. Finally, she broke.

“Who do you think you are?” she screamed with outrage. Her blue eyes were blazing, and the look of shock that passed over his face gave her strength.  “How dare you try and stop me!” She snorted in his face, and quickly he found himself sitting upon his haunches from her furious pursuit. “You don’t even know me!”

Flight Angel with a final glare of hatred turned to walk away, but his soft tenor voice stopped her once again. “You. It was you in the creekbed last night, wasn’t it?” Slowly he regained his composure, and approached her, the muscles under his satin coat rippling with strength. His soft, brown eyes tore into her, and she lowered her head in defeat.

“Yes, it was me,” she replied in barely a whisper. “Why do you care?”

He tilted his head, his eyes filling with compassion for the young mare, and he dipped his head closer to her saddened face. “I found you last night. And I laid beside you to keep you warm. You were hurt, and burned from-”

“-Please. I don’t want to speak about that,” she cut him short.

He sighed. “I was only protecting you.”

For a second, her eyes blazed again with defiance. “From what? I can do fine on my own,” she spat.

“From stallions like Slate,” he explained. “The grey stallion you saw me fighting with. He found us this morning, and would of taken you, but I wouldn’t let him.”

“Why, why do you care for me so much? Why do you care if I live or die?” She questioned her eyes quickly filling with tears.

Slowly the roan stallion looked away from her, his eyes also glossing with sadness. “I have my reasons,” he muttered. “And I couldn’t just leave you to die.”

She thought for a few moments as he carefully stared into her eyes. How did she know he could be trusted? How did she know that the grey stallion didn’t want to save her from him, or that he even cared about her at all?

She took a step back from him, her eyes gleaming white with caution. “How do I know I can trust you?”

He answered quickly, “How do you know you can’t?” She sighed, he drove a hard bargain, and he was hard to argue with. “Look, I have a herd a few miles away. A bunch of mares that I really must get back to. If you think you are tough enough to survive out here on your own, then by all means, be my guest tame one. But you are welcome to join me, and I’d be humbled to have you.”

Flight Angel blinked with uncertainty. The stallion was handsome, a color she had never seen before. He was almost a chestnut, but silver outlined every one of his features, and seemed to dapple his gleaming coat. His legs were black, as was his mane and tail, but as unusual as the coat that adorned him seemed, he was very handsome, and his brown eyes were irresistible.

“Alright, I’ll go,” she said cautiously. “But not for long. There are things I need to do.”

He smiled brightly as she accepted his invitation. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed as he pranced before her. “But first, what is your name?”

“Flight Angel,” she smiled lightly. “And you?”

“They call me Sage. Welcome to the herd.”
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gawd, ur story is freakin amazing.