Author's Note: If I put a line in between two paragraphs during any of my stories, then that means I switched the POV- for that time. Mainly from Alec's POV to the Black's POV.
Alec glanced back over his shoulder, trying to recall where he had seen the fiery black colt before. Then he remembered. Satan, Alec thought sadly. He gazed in grief at the lifeless black body behind him, thinking of the great colt he had lost. The Black really didn't seem to care.
The stallion's other band had joined him once again, giving the Black roughly thirty-three horses in his new herd. The Black was galloping at the head of his band, ears pricked forward, with no sign whatsoever of an injury anywhere on his lean body.
The Black turned sharply, angling himself towards a forest. Alec thought it looked similar to the forest he had come through previously, expect on a larger scale. The Black was apparently heading straight for the gloomy forest.
Alec slid off his horse and studied the forest. Its trees were extremely tall- they were dark and foreboding. Alec peered in between the trees- it was pitch black. The boy shivered from dark thoughts. As soon as he was back on him, the Black wheeled around and galloped off towards an odd object. Of course, his loyal band followed.
Alec noticed that there was really only one horse that could keep up with the Black- that was Sham. From his stallion's back, Alec marveled at the way the bay was keeping up, with almost no sign of a sweat breaking out. The bay was neck and neck with the Black, and he was slowly inching forward.
The Black glared furiously out of his right eye at the bay sprinting alongside of him. A burst of fresh energy swelled up within him, and the Black surged forward. The bay gamely kept pace, but the black stallion could see that the youngster was beginning to tire. This fact was not lost on the Black.
The veteran stallion turned his attention to what was in front of him- the young bay colt didn't worry him. The Black saw that he was headed straight for the edge of a plateau type rock- he wasn't but twelve yards away.
The Black's hooves dug into the ground as he desperately tried to halt himself. But his and the bay's momentum was too great- the two went hurtling over the edge of the cliff.
Alec opened his mouth to let out a shrill scream, but no sound came forth. He was still clutching and hanging onto his horse- he would die with his stallion. Alec's passion and love and admiration for his stallion welled up inside of him. At the moment, though, the Black and Sham were doing crazy flips of all sorts. The wind stung Alec's face, and he looked down to see his fate.
The Black was falling down right towards a rocky outcrop. Sharp, dangerous rocks rushed towards Alec as he and his horse fell- closer and closer, until Alec felt unreal waves of pain crash through his body. The boy heard the Black scream, as if faraway.
Then he was in total darkness.
And horrific pain.