A spontaneous idea to write a Christmas story. I really don't know why hope you all like it :D
It was Christmas and we were resting in the lounge of my family's mansion. My mansion as gifted to me by the druids for my birthday that year. Neal's arms were around my neck as I sat in the floor, he in the seat. Jessica and Dean were curled up on the couch in each other's arms, and Melinda was sifting through gifts while Sam sat nearby smiling. Isla was in a wingback chair sipping tea, June across from her in a similar wingback chair. Mozzie was going on about a conspiracy theory with Peter while Elizabeth shook her head at both of them. Bobby was standing to the side shaking his head and observing us.
There was a generous amount of gifts for all of us and the mansion was decorated elaborately for Christmas. Isla glanced at us and smiled.
Suddenly there was a rush of servants into the room, "Milady," one cried desperately bowing before me and causing me to blush fiercely.
"Forgive us for rushing in so suddenly, but some of the guards have taken out one of your horses into the arena and the horse is panicking. He is injuring the guards and they haven't even climbed upon him yet."
I jumped up and dashed through the rooms of the manor, as fast as I could, praying that those idiots hadn't selected the horse I thought they had. The others weren't far behind me as I dashed into the arena.
There was the horse busting a gut bucking his brains out. His black coat flashed, white mane and tail thrashing as he tried to throw the saddle and bridle as well. I dashed down to the floor of the arena only to be stopped by the guards.
"My Queen, please, this horse is a danger to itself and others," one roared grabbing my arm. I glared up at him and jerked my arm back.
"You find who the idiot was who tried to saddle and ride this horse!" I roared dashing out back to the horse. The guards all begged me back, but my friends and family all knew who the stallion was.
"True Speed!" I shouted. The horse slid to a stop his ears pricked toward me.
Lady Lindsey. Please help! They have treated me as if I were a mere riding horse instead of a noble familiar.
I approached him rubbing his sweaty flanks. His breath heaved. I unsaddled him and flung the saddle to the ground the bridle soon followed. The guards sat on baited breath. I ran my hand over his nose.
"Guys," I said turning to my sisters. They nodded. Jessica set up the barrels while Melinda stood by with the jumps. The guards anticipated my move.
"Milady! I must protest!" shouted one, "That horse will kill you!" I heard Isla shush them as Jess jumped back over the arena.
Come my brother, lets show them who's you are.
He snorted and trotted happily in circles around me as we made our way back to the other end of the arena. I noticed the guards and servants waiting with baited breath as we stood together at one end of the arena. I stood before True Speed. He dipped his head and turned to the side. I took a handful of mane and leaped to his back. The servants took a deep breath while he turned to the barrels set up for a racer.
"Ready?" I asked. The horse snorted and tossed his head. "Let's rock!" I shouted and dug my heels into his side. He sat back, all his power in his hind legs and took off. We ran like the wind cutting around each barrel with speed and grace. He slid to a stop after re-crossing the "time-line."
We pranced around the arena while Melinda set up the jumps. When she was clear of the arena again True Speed burst into a run again leaping agilely over each obstacle. Again the horse slid to a stop. I slid from his back and he wuffled my hair gently.
"This horse is not to be touched by any other than me. He is no common animal. He is a Noble Familiar. One of mine. Touch him ever again and there will be dire consequences," I threatened, turning back to the horse.
Go on, brother, they shouldn't bother you again I mindspoke with him. True Speed snorted and trotted off happily, back to his pasture. I smiled before turning and making my way back to the rest of my family.
Neal helped me up the stairs, a perfect gentleman as always. The others smiled and applauded my skill. I smiled and curtsied slightly.
"You ride beautifully, my dear," Isla complimented me.
"Thanks, been riding since I was a little girl. Mom and Dad insisted."
"I figured. Your parents were adamant horse riders, believed it was the advantage of high ground in battle."
"They told me that growing up. Now if you will excuse me I have to go reprimand a guard for his incompetence," I growled, thinking of how my poor familiar was panicking so in such new territory.
Well there's chapter one. This was going to originally be a one-shot but let's face it I start writing and I can't stop.