Erik
We had entered France at around 9:00 pm. Gustave said his home was big enough for all of them and invited us to come and stay. I agreed gladly for it was cold and the men were tired. We all mounted up and started off. I mounted Valcan, my black winged horse, and urged him on. He immediately pushed off the ground and flew over the men. Thunder started booming like the giants drums, but thankfully no lightning ripped through the sky near us. Within a matter of minutes, Valcan's wings were drenched and he was forced to land out of lack of energy. The winged stallion and I landed about a quarter of a mile in front of the men. When they reached us they all obediently stopped around him.
"What is wrong sir?" Gustave inquired.
"Valcan's wings are to soaked to continue, I will have to dry and wax them before I go on." I replied through the torrents of rain. "Go on ahead! I will meet you there!" I yelled through a crack of thunder.
Gustave nodded and yelled to the men,
"Move out!!!" and they galloped off into the rain.
When they left I stretched an oiled canvas between a stand of trees creating a semi-dry spot. I built fire, small and hot and melted one of my bricks of light wax, which would make his wings slick and waterproof. Valcan walked over to the fire and stretched one of his wings over it. Valcan is my steed and my best friend. The Pegasus is seventeen hands high, and has a large lean figure. He is
completely black with a little with white on the tips of his ears, mane, and tail. His wings are black, although in the light they seem to shimmer green. Where the bones are in the wings it is white, and on the tips of the wings, there are circles that shine dark purple and red. Someone once compared Valcan's wings with a peacocks feathers and I agree. I remember the first day that I caught him.
I had been walking through the woods at my castle, when I heard a terrible shrieking whinny. When he ran up he saw a beautiful Pegasus trapped in a lowly bear trap. I remember freeing the creature and treating him, but when he went
to let the Pegasus go, it stayed. I have always loved Valcan for he has never judged me. I had always hoped that Valcan would stay, and for once my wish was granted. I was the happiest man that day.
I began to apply the wax to Valcan's wings. After an hour the waxing was done, and I mounted Valcan. After about 20 minutes the rain ceased and a dense fog settled over the land. By the time I flew into the courtyard of Gustave's home it was two in the morning. I tucked Valcan's elaborate reins under his light saddle and decided that I would take care of Valcan in the morning. I was too weary to think clearly. I adjusted the bridle so that it was a little looser, and gave Valcan one last pat in his strong soft neck, and walked away toward the barn. I climbed into the hayloft, and lay down. The soft breath of horses and the thoughts of tomorrow lulled me to sleep.
"What a glorious day tomorrow would be!" was my last thought as
a deep sleep claimed me.
sorry theses are soo short...they are alot longer on paper...plaease have patience with me. thanks
J.A.