Ace and I
AN: this is my first fanfic ever. Nope. It does not have any of the original Phantom Stallion characters but thats because of one little important detail that can't be overlooked. This is a true story that is even yet unfolding as I write. So, i may not always update quickly but that will be simply because nothing of importance has happened since the last update. So, here goes. Oh and feel free to message me with any questions.
There i sat, on top of Bo, wiping sweat off my forehead and listening to my new teacher, and friend, tell me about her horses. I was interested in Bo only, being as he was the one I was currently atop, but then something she said caught my attention.
"Hey I've got a horse that doesn't have a name. Maybe after your lesson is over you could walk over with me to see him and suggest some names," she said to me.
I simply grinned "Sure! That would be great!" i responded and began pestering for details about him. He response was that he was a bay horse and that i could wait till i saw him.
All through my lesson i was busy getting to know Bo and my new teacher. I guess now is as good a time as ever to tell you about myself and how i got here.
Im Hannah, a fourteen year old homeschool kid in eleventh grade. I guess in some ways I'm pretty average but in other ways i am quite eccentric. My friend who has read the Phantom Stallion books says I'm a lot like Sam when it comes to my attitude and determination. I guess she is probably pretty right. I've got brown hair and eyes, am fairly short (at least compared to my 6'2" brother i am), and love animals. Let me rephrase that. I absolutely adore animals. But mostly horses, dogs, salt sneezing lizards (marine iguanas), and sea lions.
How i ended up being here at Shadowfax is a bit of a long story. Ever since i was about six or seven i have been taking riding lessons of and on. For a while it was just occasionally, but then i took a while from our pastor's daughter, then ended up spending four years at Oak Meadows Stables, where a piece of my heart will always be.
I took there for four years, fell off horses four times (third time was pretty scary), and learned natural horsemanship. I loved it and it felt like home. I met a Tennessee Walking horse mare named Missy and fell in love. But then, due to hard to explain circumstances, i had to leave that barn. When i left Missy, or Miss as i liked to call her, my heart broke.
Thankfully i have one of her horse shoes to remember her by. I cried myself to sleep for eight months straight every single night. That was a year ago that i left her. I was desperate to keep riding and so i tried jumping lessons.
I loved jumping, but the stable wasn't to my liking. Needless to say i only took about five lessons there. I spent the next nine months after that in slowly loosing my love for horses.
I tried to get back in touch with Oak Meadows Stable but nothing worked out. So i decided to check out a stable that had been recommended to me. That stable was Shadowfax.
Shadowfax isn't a stable really. More like my teacher, her horses, a few boarders, and the mustangs she fosters [i will do my best to get some info and links on my page with info about this]. So here i was at my first lesson.
After my lesson was over, i groomed Bo again and got to know my teacher more. She is awesome and so are my lessons. She does private lessons only, unless you have a sibling or a friend taking with you. I am the only one that has lessons on Wednesday mornings, so i get there at. About 7:30am and get to hang out till Mom makes me leave.
Finally, after what seemed like ten hours, she walked over with me to see the horse with no name. We headed over to the corrals and pens that she keeps the mustangs in - she currently has four and had one burro at that time - and she introduced me to Ruby, Beauty, a two year old colt whose name i don't remember, and to the horse with no name. I took one look at him and knew his name.
Before me, through the fence rails, stood a curious and friendly, though a bit shy, mustang. His coat was a rich bay color and had black stockings. He tossed his head as i gazed at him, and there, beneath his long, ropey black mane, was a shining white star.
"Ace" i said quietly. "his name should be Ace." he simply tossed his head as though in agreement and nuzzled my face and hands.
"i like it. It fits him," my teacher said as she watched us.
Ace began nuzzling my hair and i had to duck before the actually tried to taste it, but was smiling the entire time. As i pet his face and neck, i dared to ask the question that was nagging at me. "where did he come from?" i said a bit shyly.
"Nevada," came my teacher's reply. "He's a four year old from somewhere in Nevada."
I smiled as i watched Ace. Finally, a dream was coming true. Here i stood before a mustang, and one that seemed to have come alive out of one of my favorite series of books.
AN: hope you liked it. I wont always write it in story form like that. I may decide to write it like i would in my journal. Let me know what you think. Big thanks to horse-nerd and Narnia Phantom Stallion for their help and support.
