Her eyes swam, she was seeing things, slowly they were coming into focus. After the confusion came the terror. And the memory. The young filly began struggling, feeling something gripping her roughly. She locked eyes on them. Humans.
Horses in 3670 were all in captivity now. They lived in artificial enviroments and were all tame as could be. They'd discovered the cure for many things among horses then, such as the deadly gene of albinoism that killed foals before thier life barely began. Most human diseases were obliterated, besides common colds and other non-deadly illnesses. They'd gone from looking for curing all the lethal human diseases to trying to cure thier critter companions. Today, the subject was a newborn, condemned to death by a several birth defects. A tragic looking thing she'd began as. Right foreleg unable to stand support, blind in left eye, and even having an odd sized hindhoof.
Now we must remember, that in the future, things had gotton better for humans, but worse for animals. The pollution from the 21st centuary terrbiley effected them. One person experimented on equines, and some were given a terrible gene from which mutations sometimes occur. For the next millinia, scientists worked furiously to correct such, and were still failing. Despite that, they decided if they could not destroy it, they'd fix it.
So here she was, with the defects, laying on the table. However, something left different. She was more coordinated. She could move her right foreleg, and see even better. She balenced evenly when the humans stood her up. And then she felt the terror again, that had been there when all horses were barely hours old. She sudddenly burst from the humans grip, racing out of the room into an extremely bright hallway. She thumped into a wall, her hooves skidding. The young horse ran down the hall and went into a room at the end. There was an odd archway, standing tall and proud before here eyes, half of it opened and a tangle of wires sticking out. She stared at it with wide, young eyes.
Then the humans came. They stuck a primative noose around her neck and pulled her away. But the young horse couldn't help but turn and look back at it curiously.
A/N: The prologue is tragically short because it's not as importent as the following ones. Don't worry, this will get interesting.