I Ran at a Blinding Speed through the Over grown Forest up in the mountains of Forks, I was aware That I was Meant to Be Home By Now, I'd Just finished My Hunt for another fortnight. I Had Just Jumped over a Stream and Froze When I Caught an Unfamiliar Scent. I slowly followed it Growing More cautious with every Step I Took.
That's when I saw it. A Horse. Standing Out in the Middle of a Clearing. Not Remembering the Last Time I'd Seen one I Hastily Took a Step towards it,
No way could I hunt it, But I Was Curious.
The Horse, took a Step towards Me. I Stopped Moving, It Kept Walking towards Me. Soon I Was Only about a Metre from the Ebony Black Horse, It Looked at me with Intelligent Brown eyes, and slowly out of instinct I reached my Hand out to it, I Ran My Fingers Over its Muzzle Softly, I knew this horse, But I Didn't know from where.
I slowly brushed its Mane Back From its face Then I Saw It, The Small Solitary Scar, Like No Other.
This Couldn't Be, It wasn't possible.
I Knew Only One Horse that had that Scar, the Horse I was assigned with in the Army, My Horse and my Friend.
That's when the horse nuzzled My Shoulder, One typical thing The Horse that I Knew Would do.
This wasn't real, I must have been day dreaming I thought, and Gently I Reached out a Placed my hand on the horse's withers, and 'No. this iss definitely real.' I thought silently to myself.
This was too weird to be true.
I mean, I'd Seen Him Die, I'd Heard the Gunshot. Unless... Somehow My Fate Had been his too. That Was When I Noticed He didn't feel warm to me, Normal Somehow. Like the rest of my family.
I Sighed and Sat Down, Not Surprised when the horse followed me and grazed nearby on meadow grass. I started thinking it through and eventually I realised that if this fate was possible for a Human, it must be possible for animals too. But Then, Even if that was true,
How the Hell did He Get from Texas to forks?