Disclaimer: I don't own The Black Stallion, but this story line and most of the characters are mine.
Note: Ok, here is the actual chapter 1. Hope you like it.
One year earlier…
Rain fell heavily upon the stable roof. It was nearly midnight and had been storming non-stop for hours. Most of the stalls were flooded and the horses spooked. Lightning lit up the dark night sky, and for a second you could see the mahogany bay Thoroughbred stallion running through the pasture.
"That horse has been at it for days. No one has been able to get him in since they brought him here. I don't know what Mr. Fred is going to do about him." The stable hand, Jack, told his younger sister, Kate. She had followed him without permission to The Alger's Stable because she wanted to see the Alger's new stallion, Galiant. Jack had been talking about nothing else for two weeks now. Kate could see why. The horse was a natural beauty.
"Jack? Why did they name him Gallant?" Kate asked.
"It's Galiant. I guess they just liked how he fit the name. Come on, we should get home, if mom wakes up she'll freak."
The sudden sound of hooves on the stable ground made Jack stop and turn. Staring him in the face were two dark brown eyes. Both of them alight with fire. Jack stepped back slowly, telling Kate to get behind him and into the nearest empty stall and to close the door. Galiant lunged forward, knocking Jack to his feet. Jack got up just in time to see the horse's black tail whip out the door.
"Mr. Fred, wake up." Jack was banging on the door to the stable owner's house. Kate was standing behind him, clutching his jacket and crying. The light went on overhead and he heard locks being undone.
"Jack? What is it boy?" The course voice belonged to Mr. Alger.
"Your new horse, Galiant, is out. I don't know how, but he just ran down Hoger Street." Mr. Alger's face darkened. He grabbed his coat, put on his work boots, and got his keys. "Come on."
Fog was deepening as they drove on down the road. Kate had been dropped off at home and it was just Jack and Mr. Alger. Even with the fog lights on, they couldn't see five feet in front of them.
"Look. Over there, I saw something move." They turned down an old dirt road as Jack pointed out where he had seen some brush move. It was still moving when they heard a gun shot go off along the road. Mr. Alger's sped down the road, until they came upon an old wooden house, if you could call it that; there were no lights on and no one appeared to be living in it, but they got out to look around.
"Hello? Anyone here?" Some noise came from a group of trees beyond the house, but Jack didn't see anything. The fog kept them from going to far out, but they knew that this is where the gunshot came from. Just as they were starting to leave, a man walked out of the house holding a smoking shotgun.
"What are you doing here? Go away." He yelled at them. Then aiming the gun at the ground near the truck, he shot at an empty can of beer. "Get out of here, or I'll shoot you."
Note: Ok, so it's shorter than I wanted. Well, tell me if you like it so far.