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Fantasy

"Kisho, do pegasuses exist?"
The pinky blue clouds of the sunrise reflected in the undisturbed surface of the lake and the world was still at a peaceful silence in the dawn hours. The birds and forest animals were just beginning to stir, but the two wolf demons sitting by the clear, mirror-like water had been fishing for an hour already. Kisho, the elder wolf, turned to the pup who was his charge for the day.
"Of course not, Koga. Winged, flying horses? What nonsense. Who's been filling your head with such silly myths?"
Koga looked away. He'd been hoping Kisho would tell him differently. This disdainful scoffing was not what he'd wanted to hear.
"Satu told me," he said in a small voice.
Kisho let out a bark-like laugh and shook back his mane of iron gray hair. "Satu will believe any fool thing she hears! You should concentrate on more useful things." He jerked upward on his fishing pole and effortlessly landed a fish. Koga remained silent.
Koga had thought Satu's tales of flying white horses with huge, feathery wings as soft as clouds were too wonderful to be true. But part of him still hoped that such creatures existed. Satu, a pup around Koga's age, was known in the pack for having an overactive imagination, and she was a fantastic story teller. Usually she would admit the incredibility of her stories, but she'd been adamant that winged horses were real. Koga had decided to ask an older member of the pack for the truth, but he hadn't realized that he would feel so disappointed if the horses proved fictional.
"Koga!"
The wolf pup's head shot up and he looked around at Kisho, who was staring back at him exasperatedly.
"Quit daydreaming! I've told you twice already, we're running low on bait. Go find some more."
"Right! Okay!" Koga hopped up off the grass and laid his rod aside. He picked up the bait can and headed off toward the trees.
"If you ever want to be a respected member of the pack, you'd better get your head out of the clouds!" Kisho called. Koga stiffened and turned toward Kisho, but Kisho was not looking at him. His face reddened a bit and he trailed away into the forest. Who was Kisho to boss him around like that, anyway? The more Koga thought about it, the more it irritated him.
Exactly what is wrong with believing in the winged horses? Koga wondered, his eyes scanning the ground for likely bait spots. Just because Kisho had never seen one didn't mean there weren't any.
"They could be really good at hiding themselves," muttered Koga out loud to himself. "This place could be crawling with—Ow!" Not looking where he was going, Koga ran into something and fell back onto the dew-damp grass.
"Stupid trees…" he mumbled, then looked up…and gasped. He was staring into a pair of large, silvery eyes that most definitely did not belong to a tree.
It was a horse. The most magnificent he had ever seen. It towered over him, sleek and shining, but its head was lowered to be on level with Koga's. The horse's coat was a dappled, misty gray that blended in well with the shifting tree shadows. Every time Koga blinked, it seemed that he had to refocus on the horse to keep it from disappearing altogether. As Koga shakily got to his feet, his eyes traveled down the horse's body. When his gaze fell on its back, he almost fell down again in shock.
"Wings," he squeaked. A pair of feathery silver wings lay folded on the horse's back. As soon as he spoke, the horse lifted its nose and blew a warm, earth-scented breath into Koga's face. "Nice to meet you, too," Koga said in a stunned tone, without really knowing why he was speaking as though the horse had greeted him.
Apparently satisfied that Koga was back on his feet, the horse turned and began to trot away into the shadows of the forest. Its hooves made no sound or imprint on the ground.
"Wait!" Koga cried suddenly. He wondered about his sanity, yelling at a horse, but he couldn't just let it walk off. If he could catch the horse and tame it, everyone would know that they were real. Kisho would have to admit he was wrong. "Don't go."
The horse halted and looked back at him, then strode towards him again. Startled, the wolf pup looked up to meet the horse's silver eyes. Koga stood as still as a statue as the horse looked at him. It almost seemed to look through him. It gave Koga a feeling of being searched inside and out, from his purest ideals to his darkest intent. It made him feel as though he needed to hide from the gentle eyes that now pierced him like darts. And suddenly, Koga found he was ashamed. Ashamed that he had considered trying to harness this wonderful and wild creature.
"You should be free," he whispered. Although its mouth made no movement, Koga felt that as soon as he had breathed those words, the winged horse smiled. Koga looked down, expecting the horse to slip away. Instead, a gentle ruffling noise reached his ears. He lifted his eyes to find the horse extending both wings forward. It took one, two, three steps toward him, and the wolf pup was enfolded in its wings, the wonderful softness brushing his skin on all sides. Koga felt warmer and safer than he ever had in his life. He wanted to burrow down in those silver wings, curl up and sleep there forever. But the embrace lasted only for a moment, and the horse had already stepped back. It gave him a last warm look, then swept its wings through the air and took flight. As it disappeared from view, a thought ran through Koga's mind as clearly as though it had been whispered into his ear.
"You will be great someday."
Turning from the spot where the horse had stood moments ago, Koga's mind felt clear and strong. As though he, too, could soar above the trees. He knew now that it didn't matter weather Kisho or anyone believed him about winged horses.
All that mattered was that he knew.

The End

A/N: All I can say here is that even though this one took awhile to get finished, I really enjoyed writing it. I love horses, especially dapple grays, and the chance to make a couple of original characters made it even better. I hope all you Koga fans had fun imagining how cute he was when he was little.
Please review and tell me honestly how you liked it.
The truth, though it sometimes hurts, is generally preferable to lies.