Moorland Chronicles 1

by MistFox556

Rosa Silversmith grew up in Jorvik City. Her family was wealthy and she was schooled at a private academy focused on horse riding, mainly dressage and show jumping. Now, Rosa is being sent to Moorland Stables for the summer, and instead of being miserable like she expected, Rosa ends up having the time of her life.

Prologue

With a heavy sigh, I lifted my suitcase into the back of the limo. The hard plastic collided with my other suitcase and made a crack!ing noise that hurt my ears. As I reached up and closed the trunk, I couldn't help but wish Mother and Father, or even my annoying brothers, Ian (older than me by 2 years) and Casey (younger than me by 4 years) were coming with me on the long ride from Jorvik City to Moorland Stables.

Instead, It was just our butler, Walt, and I sitting in a huge limo for 2 hours in an awkward silence as Walt listened to the classical music station and I sat in the back with my headphones on.

I climbed into the backseat and buckled my seatbelt.

"Ready to go?" Walt asked.

"Yeah," I responded with a curt nod, then brushed a lock of platinum blond hair out of my eyes as I got my cell phone out of my backpack and plugged in my headphones.

Walt revved up the engine and pulled out of the driveway as I scrolled through my playlist before selecting my favorite song.

While my music played in my ears, I flicked through photos of me and my horses from the stables at school. My favorite horse was a pretty, matte black Friesian named Queenie. She and I were the perfect match when it came to dressage and show jumping. I would miss her most. I had an entire digital photo album dedicated to her. I decided to start at the beginning.

First ever photo was from three years ago, my first show jumping competition. Queenie and I had scraped up 7th place; a thirteen-year-old version of myself, braces and all, grinned happily, holding up a green ribbon, and Queenie had a matching green ribbon clipped to her bridle.

Most of the pictures were of me and Queenie leaping over hurdles or winding through poles. I stopped to reminisce at the photos of the two of us holding ribbons. I almost teared up at our first ever time winning first place in a dressage comp.

I must have fallen asleep, because I was jolted into consciousness by a sudden lurch. A herd of cows had wandered into the road and Walt'd had to slam on the breaks to avoid hitting them.

"How close are we?" I asked, taking of my headphones.

"We're just passing Silverglade Village," replied Walt. "We'll be at Moorland in about 10 minutes."

"Ok." I dug around in my backpack for a minute before pulling out a bag of pretzels. I opened the back and munched on the pretzels after putting on my headphones and watching the rolling hills fly past.