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Maybe??? You will write a new chapter tonight!
Maybe??? You will write a new chapter tonight!
Mitty - The horse story
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Maybe??? You will write a new chapter tonight!
Don't be oppressive
Maybe??? You will write a new chapter tonight!
Don't be oppressive
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Maybe you could check out Chapter 1 and 2...I edited them.
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Fine! I Shall Write A New Chapter.....i Feel Like Writing In Caps Right Now, I'm Not Yelling At Anyone. 
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Maybe??? You will write a new chapter tonight!
Don't be oppressive
You haven't written a new chapter in ages!
Maybe??? You will write a new chapter tonight!
Don't be oppressive
You haven't written a new chapter in ages!
The first two chapters are really good!!
I like what you've done with the chapters!
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Chapter 19
Alastair clicked into a fast canter as he approached his mares. At the sound of heavy hoofbeats they looked up, relieved it was Alastair. But, they got more concerned as he got closer and didn't slow down, finally he got so close it seemed as if he would run them over. So they all murmured among themselves as they stepped aside, he didn't stop cantering until he was right in the middle of his mares. He stopped, whirled around and pounded his forelegs on the ground.
"Girls!" He roared, pumped with adrenaline. "We are going to travel hard and fast, get your foals in ready to run." With that, he turned and cantered off towards the edge of the forest, followed by fifteen mares and several foals. Weaving their way through tall clumps of grass, Alastair and his herd was following the edge of the pines. Occasionally, he looked back to see that the pace wasn't too hard on the foals, if so he would slow down to a trot, then a walk.
After following the forest for two miles, he swerved away from the forest to the right, towards another mountain range, ten miles away. After an hour or two of walking and trotting, Alastair was growing nervous.
He was entering the Evil Lands. The grass was burnt, crunching under their hooves, the ground was a bloodred, and the tree tops were singed dark brown. There were small hills dotting this eerie landscape, they too looked burnt and dark. But, what really made Alastair nervous was the atmosphere and the knowledge he had of these lands. The only way to Larkspur, was thru this ten mile stretch of evil, where evil herds lived. He knew if he met one of these evil herds there would be about five stallions against him per herd, there would be a good chance of him losing a battle. Then all of his dear mares and foals would become part of the Evil Lands ince they were in the evil herds. That makes me angry! Even more hateful than before...but I can't give in to those thoughts, especially now. That was another secret of the Evil Lands, if one gave into hateful thoughts, then you'd become evil yourself; thus part of the Evil Lands.
After half a mile, Alastair was confronted by a huge forest of leafless trees, their trunks were bone white, and their branches like crooked arms, crying out for light. He knickered for his mares to stay close, they obeyed huddling close to their stallion as he entered the forest. The forest was confusing, twisted shadows were thrown on the ground by spindly branches, the forest seemed endless, all white trunks, smooth and haunting. The sky a firey red making the din even greater. Despite this, Alastair knew his way expertly, his jaw was grim as he stepped cautiously, sniffing the air. Constantly calculating the smells he knew meant danger, and reminding his mares to be quiet.
Soon, he could see the end of the forest. He stopped, grunting to his mares to do so also. A screeching scream echoed through the trees, Alastair listened for a moment then broke into a canter.
Alastair clicked into a fast canter as he approached his mares. At the sound of heavy hoofbeats they looked up, relieved it was Alastair. But, they got more concerned as he got closer and didn't slow down, finally he got so close it seemed as if he would run them over. So they all murmured among themselves as they stepped aside, he didn't stop cantering until he was right in the middle of his mares. He stopped, whirled around and pounded his forelegs on the ground.
"Girls!" He roared, pumped with adrenaline. "We are going to travel hard and fast, get your foals in ready to run." With that, he turned and cantered off towards the edge of the forest, followed by fifteen mares and several foals. Weaving their way through tall clumps of grass, Alastair and his herd was following the edge of the pines. Occasionally, he looked back to see that the pace wasn't too hard on the foals, if so he would slow down to a trot, then a walk.
After following the forest for two miles, he swerved away from the forest to the right, towards another mountain range, ten miles away. After an hour or two of walking and trotting, Alastair was growing nervous.
He was entering the Evil Lands. The grass was burnt, crunching under their hooves, the ground was a bloodred, and the tree tops were singed dark brown. There were small hills dotting this eerie landscape, they too looked burnt and dark. But, what really made Alastair nervous was the atmosphere and the knowledge he had of these lands. The only way to Larkspur, was thru this ten mile stretch of evil, where evil herds lived. He knew if he met one of these evil herds there would be about five stallions against him per herd, there would be a good chance of him losing a battle. Then all of his dear mares and foals would become part of the Evil Lands ince they were in the evil herds. That makes me angry! Even more hateful than before...but I can't give in to those thoughts, especially now. That was another secret of the Evil Lands, if one gave into hateful thoughts, then you'd become evil yourself; thus part of the Evil Lands.
After half a mile, Alastair was confronted by a huge forest of leafless trees, their trunks were bone white, and their branches like crooked arms, crying out for light. He knickered for his mares to stay close, they obeyed huddling close to their stallion as he entered the forest. The forest was confusing, twisted shadows were thrown on the ground by spindly branches, the forest seemed endless, all white trunks, smooth and haunting. The sky a firey red making the din even greater. Despite this, Alastair knew his way expertly, his jaw was grim as he stepped cautiously, sniffing the air. Constantly calculating the smells he knew meant danger, and reminding his mares to be quiet.
Soon, he could see the end of the forest. He stopped, grunting to his mares to do so also. A screeching scream echoed through the trees, Alastair listened for a moment then broke into a canter.
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Thanks, guys
This is only half of chapter 19.
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