Mitty - The horse story

[luvinmybirds]

Loved it! Do we get more soon????

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

Ooh! *shivers*

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Now, I shall write another chapter.

 

[mrpekinduck]

Yay but Mitty better not die cuz I'm already crying because of the last chapter.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 24

Sieg walked to the middle of this flat surface and snorted impatiently as he waited for the rest of the horses to climb up the path. As they did, Sheftu was shoved roughly towards the edge. He peered down into the clear rushing water, the stone 'spears' sticking up were menacing. They seemed to be laughing at him. Sheftu could see that the tips of the spears were stained with blood, and the rocky river bottom was laced with skeletons. He didn't like it.
Sheftu shivered as a cold wind played through his mane. These are my last minutes on earth. Surely they will give me a trial up on this barren rock. I will never see Mourir agian, will I? I didn't complete my mission he sent me on, he was right. I'm a failure. A weak link in the Evillands. But even after he called me that, I still ran errands for him. His selfish desires, his wants, I did it all for the one whom I thought so mighty. Sheftu bitterly remembered, And here I am, dying for his cause. Is this really what my life has come to? He has owned many mares, I've owned not one. Yet, I am the one that goes on his mare escapades, the one that does all the work. While he sits in his cloud of stinking evil surrounded by all of his mares, produced by my labor. What have I gotten out of this? What has allegiance to him done to me? I'm ending up no different then Mourir himself. But, I suppose that shouldn't matter much now. I'm going to die.
Sieg whinnied for attention and Sheftu snapped out of his thinking. Sheftu found that Sieg was standing on his right side, the rest of the horses standing in a large half moon around him.
"Sheftu," Sieg began, "You are accused guilty of being in league and working for Mourir, master of the Evillands. Is this true?"
"Yes," Sheftu straightened his posture, "But, I have to say something else."
"What?"
"Ever since I was a foal I have been under his iron hoof. Since day one of my life I was taught to be tough, first of all, they would starve me of my mothers milk. Then, I was taught to not eat or drink, for that was a sign of weakness. A foal - colt or filly that was weak, would be killed. When I was four months old I was taken away form my mother, whom was a nervous quiet mare, she never spoke to me. I never spoke to her, for to talk to a mare - especially your mother was prohibited unless she was your mate.
At four months old I was taken to stallion camp. Stallion camp has many horrors, none of which have ever been uttered outside of the Evillands. You were assigned to other stallions, fighting to the death. I made my first kill at 9 months old. It was a world of pain, pride, and honor. If you didn't not show proper respect to your leaders, you got in to serious trouble. Those who enter stallion camp don't come back the same. You have to fend for yourself against other stallions which are there to make sure there will be no revolts, they attack you in your sleep to teach you how to always be on your toes. I lived that way till I was two years old. Mourir noticed me especially because I was ruthless. Assignent after assignment I did correctly and cruelly. Eventually I moved higher up in my status among the stallions and soon became one of the leaders. I did many heartless things I'm not proud of, and I will never speak of them though they will torment me for the rest of my life." Here Sheftu paused and looked around, the horses' ears were pricked forward in interest and even Sieg's eyes showed pity. "I work closely with ScarFace, Mourir's first son. Born from Mourir's favorite mare, Butterblume. Whom was kidnapped from her own country. Many years ago had issued an order to find the most beautiful mare in the world to bring to him as a wife. Thus, Butterblume was brought back. Her first son was ScarFace, who earned his name after fatally injuring another colt. Butterblumes' second son was Alastair, who was under his mother's influence instead of his fathers. Butterblume hated evil. After seeing how her first son turned out she was determined to protect Alastair, she knew that he was special. He was larger than most colts and very intelligent. He was strong and had wise insight on many things, Mourir was pleased when he learned these things, though he knew not where he got these traits. Butterblume tried her best to conceal Alastairs unusual gifts, but it leaked out. Even looking at Alastair as a colt was breathtaking, he was the very picture of power. Back then, Mourir allowed mares to raise their colts till six months old, so at six months he took Alastair away, leavng sobbing Butterblume behind. Alastair was shocked with the stallion training. He never fought, never killed. Mourir was furious. Things got really bad, I will not speak of all the things Mourir did to his own son. But alas, I believe Alastair died. I am not sure, perhaps he did, perhaps Mourir still holds him in that dungeon to this day, but no one dares mentions the name of Alastair to Mourir. If you do, your life will be the price.
Anyways, I'm tired of that way of life and am ready to join the good side and win my own mares. I'm nine years old, and up to this day have always lived with greed, wild revenge, and hate. I wasn't created for that purpose, so I'm going to change. If you must kill me, let that be. I will die happy, knowing I have broken free and died a wild stallion."
By now, some mares' were weeping and others were looking on solemnly. Sieg cleared his throat replied,
"Why would we kill you? I see truth in your eyes, now I see you want to say something else."
"I must tell you first that I'm deeply indebted to you. Thank you for not killing me, though I deserve die. Second, I sense a disturbance in the Realm. We must go to the last place I want to go,"
"Where's that?" Sieg asked.
"The Evillands."
The horses gasped. "Why must we go there?" A bay stallion snorted.
"A life-changing event is taking place there, and we are needed." He paused, looking around. Hopeful that someone would come too. "Who's with me?"
All was silent.
A high pitched whinny reached his ears, thin and silvery. "I will!" The grey arabian mare whom he was so rude to in the desert danced to his side, her blue and brown eyes gazed into his, "Let's go, Sheftu." She blushed and looked away when she said that, her own words surprised her.
Sheftu grinned, "Okay!" He whinnied and stamped the stone, "Let's get movin', I know the way." He glanced at the mare next to him, she was looking at the ground, "Ready?"
Her smile lighted up her face, "Oh, yes!"
The horses stampeded off the stone hill and cut across the desert towards a large river. They all swam the river easily and trotted and walked for the next mile of brush and rocks. Then before them a huge wall of rock, Sheftu dissapeared behind a boulder. "Come on, we have to hurry!" The horses followed and were surprised taht such a large opening in the rock wall could so easily be missed.
Sheftu knew it was time, and somehow he knew that Alastair wasn't dead. He was just a lion in sheeps clothing, ready to explode.

 

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[WooingWyandotte]

I have edited to a full chapter! Have fun! The plot is thickening, mwahahaha.

 

[luvinmybirds]

Wow, it just keeps getting better.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

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