Two Very Special Horses
Author's Note: RIP Barabaro. This is just some random fanfic that I wanted to write about Brego after I heard about Barbaro being put down on January 29, 2007. Two very special horses, one really stupid plot.
A tall spirited bay stallion raced across the open plain, an empty saddle upon his back. His rider lay in a heap on the ground a few kilometers away in the direction the stallion had run from. The stallion, Brego, had all of the sudden felt a great loss - like the loss of a dearly beloved - and sadness and anger had consumed him. He had run, run long and hard, dumping his rider on the ground. Brego didn't understand the loss he felt, he just understood that something bad had happened.
Brego felt a pull at his spirit, he resisted for a moment, then curiosity got the better of him and he gave in. A great rushing sound filled his ears and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again he was in surroundings completely unfamiliar to him, humans bustled about everywhere, but none seemed to spare him a passing glance. One of them, smelling atrociously clean wearing a white coat, holding a black bag, rushed right through him. Most of the humans seemed saddened by something, a few even wept.
Just then Brego felt the pull on his spirit again, he - though still unsure of where he was and what he was doing - followed it. It soon became clear to him that he was in a stable, a very fine stable, many times he was tempted to sample some of the buckets of fine grain and oats the humans carried, but he felt as if nothing should differ him from his task.
Brego finally came to a stall with a golden plaque on the door which read "Barabaro, Give him your prayers". Inside the stall a bay stallion looked over at Brego, pain showing clearly on this intelligent face. May people stood in and around Barbaro's stall, but the only one that could seem to see Brego was Barabaro. He called out to Brego for help in his time of need. Brego walked through the stall door and nuzzled Barbaro's neck as the man in the white coat he had seen earlier prepared a needle. As many weeping people watched the white-coated many injected whatever was in the needle into Barbaro.
Brego stayed by Barabor's side until his last breath left his body and his eyes glassed over. Then Brego felt the pull at his spirit, he knew he should go back home, but he did not wish to. He wanted to stay at Barabaro's even though he could see that it was too late to help him anymore. The pull became so strong the Brego could fight it no longer and he was summoned back to his world.
His rider, not badly injured from when he was bucked off, walked toward Brego. She had been walking for a long time and she was relieved when she found him. When she saw him, she gasped, all his spunk seemed to have left his body. He stood with his head down, crying, mourning for a lost friend. Mourning for a great horse he had never known.
Author's Note: There was my little story about Brego and Barbaro. I know there are some factual errors like horses being unable to cry, but I honestly don't care. RIP Barabaro.