"Once, long ago, there was a stallion called the Black. He was an amazing
race horse, and everyone wanted a foal off him. Before the boat he was on
was shipwrecked, he impregnated one of the mares on the ship. Her name was
Precious Wonder. She was my mother. No one knows about my lines. No one
knows about me. I mean nothing to no one, and now I pass my father's lines
to you, my son," my mother said to me. These were the last words I heard
from my mother before she died. She left me when I was only 4 months old. I
was so alone. I was alone in a strange world, surrounded by many other
horses, none of which knew I was here. I am a yearling, and my name is
Magick Thunder. A week after my mother abandoned me, I set out to find
someone to be with. My mother was never accepted by a herd. My father was
another reject, captured soon after my conception. I ran as far as I could,
and there, in the distance, I saw a herd. There were 3 other colts and 5
fillies. I ran over to them, and the biggest colt stepped in front of me.
"My name is Slate," he said, looking deeply into my eyes. "This is my herd. What do you want here?" I felt very intimidated by Slate, but I didn't move.
"My name is Magick Thunder. I was wondering if I could join your herd," I replied. He sneered at me, and looked about ready to tell me off, when a very beautiful, pure white filly stepped up next to him.
"Come on, Slate. Let him join us. We need as many others as we can get. Please, Slate," she whispered softly. She looked me in the eye and smiled sweetly. My heart melted at that very moment. Slate looked at me and nodded his head.
"You may join us, Magick Thunder," he said, sounding slightly hesitant. I thanked him, and I stepped into the circle of foals.
"My name is Ice," the white filly said, stepping forward. A dun filly stepped up next to her.
"I'm Poison."
"I'm Midnight's Angel," said a filly with a creamy, dark brown coat, white socks, and a white blaze on her forehead.
"I'm Chesapeake," said a chestnut filly. She, too, had a white blaze.
"And my name is Dream," a beautiful dark gray filly with 3 black socks and one white sock said, stepping forward, a grin on her face.
"I'm Phantom," said a palomino colt.
"And I am Copper," said a red colt. I shook my black mane and smiled at them all. I am a very dark gray, with dappled gray spots all over my body, but I have black socks on all 4 legs, and a black mane and tail. My mother had white socks, and she told me my father was pure red. How I got my black socks, I'll never know. Maybe it was from the Black, I thought, remembering what my mother had told me before she passed on. Since I came to the herd, I have made very good friends with Ice, Midnight's Angel, Dream, and Phantom. Copper and Slate keep to themselves a lot, they don't usually talk to anyone else except Ice. One day, she pulled me aside.
"Magick, there is something you should know. Copper and Slate are jealous of you. Very jealous. Slate has been the top dog around here ever since the herd came together. It was only Copper and him when I came with Poison. When Chesapeake came, Slate thought he was going to get to sire 2 foals, when we come of age. Then Phantom came along, and changed all his plans. Dream and Angel came as a pair, and Slate and Copper got very excited. They were going to sire 2 foals, and leave only one for Phantom. They were very excited, and them came along you. Slate was going to sire Dream's first foal, as well as Angel's. Then you come along, and now Dream is in love with you," she explained.
"WHAT?!"
"Dream is in love with you. She wants YOU to sire her first foal, and, when she told Slate that, he talked about a battle. You know, a leadership battle." My eyes widened in fear. I looked over at the pure black horse, and shuddered.
"Ice, I don't want to fight him! He can sire Dream's foal, he can sire the foal that I was to sire, too! I don't want to fight him! I really don't," I said, scared. I had never been this scared since my mother left. Ice wrapped her neck around mine.
"Magick, you're a wonderful horse. You're beautifully built, you're strong, and you hold a lot more favor with all of us, except Copper, of course, than Slate does. He didn't talk about a fight to the death. but it could lead to one. Magick, I love you," she said.
"Huh?" I asked, stunned. She looked at me, her blue eyes sparkling.
"I love you, Magick. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I lost everything I ever had for Slate. Slate told me that I was going to be his lead mare, and I wanted nothing more. Then you came around. I don't want to be HIS lead mare. I want to be yours."
"But I'm not the leader!" I protested. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled.
"Yet." She trotted off. Slate saw her and turned to me, his big brown eyes ablaze with anger. He charged at me, and I couldn't see anything.
"My name is Slate," he said, looking deeply into my eyes. "This is my herd. What do you want here?" I felt very intimidated by Slate, but I didn't move.
"My name is Magick Thunder. I was wondering if I could join your herd," I replied. He sneered at me, and looked about ready to tell me off, when a very beautiful, pure white filly stepped up next to him.
"Come on, Slate. Let him join us. We need as many others as we can get. Please, Slate," she whispered softly. She looked me in the eye and smiled sweetly. My heart melted at that very moment. Slate looked at me and nodded his head.
"You may join us, Magick Thunder," he said, sounding slightly hesitant. I thanked him, and I stepped into the circle of foals.
"My name is Ice," the white filly said, stepping forward. A dun filly stepped up next to her.
"I'm Poison."
"I'm Midnight's Angel," said a filly with a creamy, dark brown coat, white socks, and a white blaze on her forehead.
"I'm Chesapeake," said a chestnut filly. She, too, had a white blaze.
"And my name is Dream," a beautiful dark gray filly with 3 black socks and one white sock said, stepping forward, a grin on her face.
"I'm Phantom," said a palomino colt.
"And I am Copper," said a red colt. I shook my black mane and smiled at them all. I am a very dark gray, with dappled gray spots all over my body, but I have black socks on all 4 legs, and a black mane and tail. My mother had white socks, and she told me my father was pure red. How I got my black socks, I'll never know. Maybe it was from the Black, I thought, remembering what my mother had told me before she passed on. Since I came to the herd, I have made very good friends with Ice, Midnight's Angel, Dream, and Phantom. Copper and Slate keep to themselves a lot, they don't usually talk to anyone else except Ice. One day, she pulled me aside.
"Magick, there is something you should know. Copper and Slate are jealous of you. Very jealous. Slate has been the top dog around here ever since the herd came together. It was only Copper and him when I came with Poison. When Chesapeake came, Slate thought he was going to get to sire 2 foals, when we come of age. Then Phantom came along, and changed all his plans. Dream and Angel came as a pair, and Slate and Copper got very excited. They were going to sire 2 foals, and leave only one for Phantom. They were very excited, and them came along you. Slate was going to sire Dream's first foal, as well as Angel's. Then you come along, and now Dream is in love with you," she explained.
"WHAT?!"
"Dream is in love with you. She wants YOU to sire her first foal, and, when she told Slate that, he talked about a battle. You know, a leadership battle." My eyes widened in fear. I looked over at the pure black horse, and shuddered.
"Ice, I don't want to fight him! He can sire Dream's foal, he can sire the foal that I was to sire, too! I don't want to fight him! I really don't," I said, scared. I had never been this scared since my mother left. Ice wrapped her neck around mine.
"Magick, you're a wonderful horse. You're beautifully built, you're strong, and you hold a lot more favor with all of us, except Copper, of course, than Slate does. He didn't talk about a fight to the death. but it could lead to one. Magick, I love you," she said.
"Huh?" I asked, stunned. She looked at me, her blue eyes sparkling.
"I love you, Magick. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I lost everything I ever had for Slate. Slate told me that I was going to be his lead mare, and I wanted nothing more. Then you came around. I don't want to be HIS lead mare. I want to be yours."
"But I'm not the leader!" I protested. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled.
"Yet." She trotted off. Slate saw her and turned to me, his big brown eyes ablaze with anger. He charged at me, and I couldn't see anything.