Prologue:

The Night was as stormy as a hurricane as it crashed the small horse farm in Georgetown, Mississippi. How the horses panicked at the flashes of lightning and the deep rumble of the thunder.

Samantha Flemming, a cousin to Amy Flemming awoke to the panicked whinny of one of her horses, Thunder. He's scared of thunderstorms! she thought. As quickly as she could get her gear on, Sam raced out to the barn, ducking at each flash of the storm.

Thunder was in a terror as the storm grew fiercer by each passing minute. He reared, kicked at his door, his ears layed back on his head. Sam walked up to him, as calm as she could get to Thunder, she said, "Thunder, it's alright. I'm here for you boy." and just by hearing her voice, Thunder started to calm down. Sam carefully went into the stall and started to pet him.

"Samantha!" her mother yelled, breaking the bond between herself and Thunder that he went wild again, biting her arm. Thunder reared and came crashing down, bringing Samantha under him.

"John! Come quick, amd call 911." Samantha heard her mother yelling out into the storm as she went under.

"Amy, I'm sorry if it's late, but you and Ty should go down to Georgetown, Mississippi as soon as you can." Grandpa Jack called in the middle of the night.

"Why, Grandpa?"

"Your cousin's in the hospital. And your aunt and uncle are staying with her, but her horse, Thunder might be needing a gentle hand." Grandpa Jack sighed. "Her condition's not really good and you and Samantha used to play around in the fields with the foals and the mares."

"I don't remeber her, Grandpa. How old is she?"

"She's turning 17 next week."

"I'll be there." While hanging up, Amy woke up Ty and said, "We're going to Georgetown, Mississippi, Ty."

Ty, being half awake and confused, he asked, "Why are we going there?" Amy answered, "You remember my Aunt Rose and Uncle John? From the wedding?"

"Yeah, what about them?"

"Their daughter's in the hospital. Grandpa was really upset when he called. She was in her horse's stall and apparently there was a really big storm that broke out." Kissing Ty on the lips, she whispered, "We have to go see if she's really bad and check her horse."

"Alright, Amy, I'll go."

In her subconscious, Sam heard the buzzing of the hospital equipment, the silent fall of her parents' tears, but what she yearned to hear was her Thunder galloping over the grass-covered fields of home, the foals playing out in the fields with their mothers, Chris to come and join her on the trails.

"Mr. Flemming, can I have a word?" the gruff voice of the doctor asked.

John got up and giving his wife a reassuring smile, he left the room and even though the door was closed and her mother's crying got a bit more louder, Samantha could hear the doctor saying, "She's a fighter, Mr. Flemming. I've seen cases of this type of accidents, but none fought this long to stay alive. She might wake up, but she might be a lot different than the little girl you used to know." John replied, "That girl had been thrown off, kicked and headbutted by all of our horses, and she still goes after them." Doctor grumbled something and said, "But there's more of a chance she won't wake ever, John. As a friend, I suggest you spend as much as you can with your daughter."

NO! I won't leave Thunder here to be put down because of a stupid stunt. she thought, spiritually clawing for a way to wake up and tell her father she won't die.

If by some luck, her finger started to move and her eyelids fluttered open.

"John! She's up!" her mother called, hugging her daugter tightly. "We thought we lost you, Sammy."

"Mommy, I'm not leaving unless Thunder leaves before me."

Just when John came back to hold his daughter, a woman and a man, holding hands, walked in. "Samantha?" the woman asked.

"I'm Sam. And is that you, Amy?"