Prologue: Birth
What could she do? What could the girl even do? My mother had suffered such a slow death, and no one could fix it All of these things raced through my mind as I heard my mother take her last breath. I was only a few hours old, and the barn seemed like such a strange world. All of these different things were leaned up against the wall, and all of them looked so weird.
The human let out a loud noise filled with grief and loss, and she wrapped her arms around my mother's neck. Suddenly, the girl stopped, and looked at me. she wiped her tears away and sighed. She came closer to me and petted my neck, and I shrank back. I didn't want her touching me. I barely even know what she was, or who she was.
"I'm Kylie," she whispered, and her voice was hoarse. "You're gonna look just like your momma, little one. You even have her build." She moved closer, and I shied away. "No, no, no, baby, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going hurt you. Not going to hurt you, okay little one? I'm going to take care of you, alright?"
I let her touch me, and suddenly the doors flew open. A male human rushed, scuffing up dirt with his boots as he moved over to Kylie.
"Kyles, is Gizmo-" He broke off abruptly when he saw my lifeless mother, and then he looked at me. He looked upset, and then smiled. 'Well, Kyles, isn't he just the exact copy?" He let out a chuckle, still hinted with sadness. I let out a cheerful whinny, and he scratched behind my ears. He was as not as gentle as Kylie, but he got rid of any itch that might have been there.
"Hey, Dad, what do you think we should name this one?" Kylie asked.
He took off his hat and scratched his hair, then put his hat back on. "Well, he does kind of remind me of Harvey, his mother's sire. I guess that would work, but I'll add J to it. Harvey J. That's good." He then walked away and called over his shoulder, "I'll call Ernest and have him come bury Gizmo."
I looked at Kylie, and she smiled. "Your mother was a good horse, Harvey. My father really misses her, no matter how much he acts like he doesn't. she was his horse after all." She paused. "I hope Dad lets me make you my horse. I haven't had one since Hope was sold. Hope was my horse, but we needed the money to pay the bills. But, even I still miss her, I have you."
