Disclaimer: I don't own the Black Stallion or Alec or any other characters in the following fan fiction.



Imagine, for a moment, the Black, Shetan, in the last leg of the race in Arabia, as depicted in The Black Stallion Returns. Here begins our story:

Shetan and Sagr surged alongside each other, their great bodies perspiring as they tried to surpass each other. The last stretch of sandy raceway lay ahead of the two horses, the finish line less than a mile away. Both horses breathing labored as their riders helped them find the little energy left in their well-toned muscles. Alec Ramsay, Shetan's rider, urged the great black stallion on. Abd-al-Rahman, rider of the chestnut Sagr, now took out his crop, lightly tapping Sagr's body behind his leg. Sagr slowly pulled ahead of Shetan until he was ahead by a neck.

The Bedouins cheered as the two horses crossed the finish line. The winner, Sagr, was walked to his tribe, Abd-al-Rahman grinning. He was now the proud owner of Shetan.

Alec, extremely disappointed, swung his leg over Shetan and hopped off. He walked the horse to Abu Ja Kub ben Ishak, chieftain of Shetan's tribe.

"You rode well, Alec. I fear Shetan - your Black, simply was away from his home too long. He will serve Abd-al-Rahman well -." The chieftain cut off his sentence, too devastated to think of Shetan being taken from his tribe, with no foals left behind to prove that the great Black was once a part of his magnificent herd.

Alec leaned his head against the Black's great body, his arms wrapped around the giant neck.

"Oh, Black," he murmured, knowing he would have to give up his glorious stallion. A tear rolled down his hot face, dropping to the ground. He removed the saddle from the Black's back, then mounted the sweaty horse. The two walked around the camp. The Black's pace was slower than usual, as if he knew of his fate. A small Bedouin man approached Alec.

"I am here to claim Shetan for Chieftain Abd-al-Rahman. He requests the horse be brought to him immediately."

Obeying the man's commands, Alec swung off the Black's back, almost handing the reins to the man.

"Can I walk him to the Chieftain? He means a lot to me, and this will be our last time together."

"I suppose, but don't take your time. Promptly deliver him to Abd-al- Rahman."

Alec led the Black by his reins, taking him to the area where the Chieftain's tribe was camped. He saw that there were already several other horses from the race staked in Abd-al-Rahman's camp. Alec led the Black directly to the Chieftain.

"Ah, Shetan, best horse of Abu Ja Kub ben Ishak. Bring him here, boy, and let me inspect him." Alec did as he was told, holding the Black as Abd-al-Rahman ran his hands over the giant onyx body.

"A fine horse. Bashir!" The same man the had informed Alec of the Chieftain's request stepped forward, giving a grand bow.

"Yes, Chieftain?"

"Stake Shetan away from the other horses, and make sure he gets water and some grain."

"As you wish, Chieftain." At this, the man hastily grabbed the reins from Alec's hands and led the Black away, jerking the spirited stallion along.

"Goodbye, Black," Alec whispered as he watched his stallion disappear among the crowd and other horses. He slowly turned, shocked that his horse, the horse that had saved his life, his partner, was gone.



I'll add more later, so please review this so far! Thanks!