I did the most terrible thing that night. I grabbed a little rucksack of important things, and headed to the stable. I tacked Beauty up and took her for a dusk ride. We were running away. Unknown to me, I ran away on the night of the worst snowstorm of the century. We were an hour away from home when it started. It soon became so cold, that I knew that the right thing to do would be to turn back, but would we make it? I had faith in Beauty, the same as she did in me. We were about 15 minutes from the stables, and suddenly, Beauty stopped, she had done her duty, protecting me and being my trusty companion. The snow was now 6 inches deep, and it had only been snowing for an hour and 30 minutes…Beauty couldn't continue. I took her to a little cave/mine place, where it was dry, and Beauty lied down. That wasn't good. I knew what I had done… she was dying…and it was all my fault. I stroked her head for hours, until her blood ran cold and I knew she wasn't with me anymore. I stayed with her until dawn, and left Beauty lying on the ground. With some scraps of wood and chalk, I made a cross and wrote 'Beauty' on another piece of wood with chalk. Unable to stop the tears falling, I started to cry. I couldn't stop myself…I had just put my own horse in danger, and killed her.

But Beauty will always be with me…in my heart and soul; she will somehow be with me forever. My heart broke that night. That Night was my worst ever nightmare…except it really happened.

THE END