The story of my father has lived on, through us and through the humans. But it didn't reach past the natives or past our heard and the herds of the horses my father saved. He was a hero, the one who claimed our land and gave the humans warning of the fierceness that flew within our hearts. It was not until I was older did I truly understand this.
My father is Spirt who could not be broken better known as Spirt. My mother was known as Rain, though I could never tell you her true name. She gave it up when she left her rider, Little Creek. They were the leaders of my herd, and like my father, I too would be leader and protector one day. It would be my job to fight and defend our herd no matter the cost. But even as a filly I knew I wouldn't be that horse.
I was born one night, under the stars that were my first site. I remember gazing upon them looking up at their twinkle and I knew one day I would be with them. My father's eyes were what I saw next and I saw the freedom swirling through them, mixed with pride as he gazed upon me. I was born a straight brown filly and a white streak down my nose but as I grew older a white spot formed on my back. My brown coat was a dark color but not as dark as my father and not the light brown my mother was. In fact I was more of a bay colored mustang. My mane and tail were black like my father's but the detail that most saw was my dark mustang eyes, my father's eyes.
I was young and free, the adventurous type. I never did fit in with the other foals; I was much too curious and fearless. It was this that leads me to my future. I wasn't very old then but old enough to help protect the herd. I was what the two legs would call pre-teens.
That day changed me forever, and this was the way it started. I was racing alongside my parents as they galloped onto their rock. I joined the rest of the herd at the bottom when I was a big cat looking at the younger foals, hungrily. By this time I had been taught how to get rid of these cats despite my small size. I galloped at the cat while I neigh my warning call to the animal. My father would soon join but today I felt like doing things differently. I separated myself from the herd, allowing the creature to chase me. It followed for a long time before it finally grew tired and weary. Then I stomped my feet and nipped the creature, all while dodging its paws. The bite would be on the creature forever, always reminding it to never mess with the horses. My efforts went to waste though when a loud sound rang out and the creature dropped to the ground. I reared, attempting to run when ropes when around my neck and feet. I screamed out in terror as I fought to get free. I was young and scared, not knowing these creatures or what they were doing with me.
It was over the course of many days that I was dragged along, alone. I wanted to run and go home, wherever that was. I was confused at this point, no place to know where I was going. Finally a place came in sight where these things were and these pale two legs. There were two of them standing there, watching these gates, when they saw us one asked the two legs dragging me something.
"What is your business here?" The two legs grabbed the ropes and pulled me forward toward the strange looking men guarding the gates. One disappeared in side and that was when I saw her.
"This horse was brought to see if she fit your criteria. Wild mustang, found her alone. Young, pretty horse and an unusual colored horse for the areas we found her." The man on the left told the girl.
The two leg, I could tell was a girl. She seemed different from the rest. Her mane was a light brown tied back. She had blue eyes that showed kindness in them and something I couldn't understand. She wasn't as big as the men and certainly young compared to them but seemed older than me.
The girl stared into my eyes and it seemed as if she understood me, all of me. She gently touched my head even though the men told her not to.
"She's the one." The voice was gentle.
"Are you sure?" The men responded
"She's a wild horse, not the type you typically want to train."
"She's the one."
"Are you-"
"She's the one" The voice repeated for the last time
"Okay Kate. I'll get your father." The guard said and vanished inside
