Prologue
"I will be taking full charge of the training of Hopeful Farm's horses," a young man said, "All of the horses, including Black Magic, Satan's Fury, Hell Hath No Fury, and Revenge will be kept on schedule. I, on behalf of the entire Hopeful Farm consignment, thank you for your support and condolences. I apologize I will not be taking any questions at this time, and if you will please excuse me there are things I must take care of."
For the first time in anyone's memory no one asked any more questions. But, a lone gentleman walked away from the dispersing crowd toward the young man.
"Alec!"
Alec waited for the older gentleman to catch up, "Yes?"
"Alec, I know you won't accept it… but I will do anything, and I mean anything, to help you."
"Thank you, Mr. Volence, but you are right." Alex told him, "We will be fine. But thanks for the offer."
"Of course, I just wanted to let you know the offer is on the table." Charles Volence, a long time friend told Alec, "And Alec, I am so sorry to hear about Henry; he truly was an amazing man, I will miss him. I know how much he meant to you."
"Thank you," Alec said, "I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Volence, but I just want to take care of the horses and go home. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Not at all Alec," he said, "I am sorry I have kept you."
Walking down the aisle and away from the reporters Alec wonder just how exactly he was going to keep Hopeful Farm up and running. He was truly alone now. Sure, for the past few months he had been in charge of training the racing stock, but Henry was always there to offer advice. But as painfully as it was to admit, Henry's advice was a sad thing to hear… An acclaimed trainer as Henry had been, only to have him deteriorated with old age to the point where he didn't know the difference between a fast work and a slow one.
Before Alec knew it he was at his favorite two year old's door. Black Magic was a young colt, and the rising star of the famed stable. Black Magic was destined for greatness; Alec could see it even now at such a young age. But that was the last thing on his mind… his only concern was dealing with the loss of his closest and dearest friend… Henry Dailey
Author's Note: I hope you all like it… please give me some feedback (if there is a mistake please tell me)! This is just the prologue; the next entries will be longer!
Please note that some of the horses will be real; and others will be the creation of Walter Farley; and still others will be of my own creation.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters created and used in the "Black Stallion Series" created by Walter Farley and continued on by his son, Steven Farley. I am in no way making any profit in this fictional creation; it is pure "fan-fiction." The names in this story are in no way a reflection of any real person, and any similarities is pure coincidental.