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I'm gonna put another one up here in a minute.
Mitty - The horse story
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Chapter 25
I was in excruciating pain as I trotted, only my obstinate nature driving me on. We were heading out of the valley and into a rocky land. I'd have to watch where I step, for getting a stone lodged in my hoof could prove dangerous at the speed Scarface was driving us.
I sneaked a sideways glance at Agnes to see how she was faring. Her tortured eyes met mine, "Mitty, I hurt all over." She cried.
"So do I, I can barely trot."
"Do you think are sick?"
"Could be, but if we were wouldn't the stallions be sick too?"
"I don't know, but I've been crying because it hurts more than I can bear."
"We better stop talking, Agnes. Mongol might make us hurt more than we are now." My head pounded, and I felt like throwing up though I knew I wouldn't. Foam was gathering on the corners of my mouth and I was starting to stumble.
"Be careful, Mitty." Agnes whispered.
"I wull try..."
"Are you okay, Mitty!? Your not speaking right!"
"Whaddya'll mean? Da goose preserve da porker, in te hoosegow?"
"MITTY! What's wrong? P-please tell me, where a-are you hurting?" Agnes' voice was shaking with fear. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I woke up ten minutes later on the ground close to panic. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I leapt to my feet, feeling wild and jittery all over.
"Mitty! I was so worried. I thought you would never wake up again." Agnes wept.
"Shut up, you two!" A voice snarled, it nearly made me jump out of my skin.
"Who was that? An enemy?" I chattered.
"What's wrong with her? She looks rabid." Scarface was looking at me curiously, then he shrugged. "Let's go! We have to hurry."
I shot into a springing trot, each step pain shot through my legs, but I didn't care or notice. Some strange and half-wild instinct drove me on. We trotted and cantered for the next mile over rocky ground. Then Scarface veered right and, to my surprise a large weathered oak tree was standing amongst the rocks. It was weird that there be this random tree in the middle of nowhere and growing in rocky soil!
You couldn't see one tree for miles around, so it made me wonder if it was an evil tree that was somehow connected to the Evillands. Scarface walked up to the tree, he was somewhat in a hurry I noticed.
He circled the tree three times and stamped in a couple places, all the while muttering something under his breath.
"Ah! Here it is." Scarface must have found something. Me and Agnes exchanged worried glances.
Mongol and the other stallion pushed me and Agnes towards the tree, Scarface was standing by a yawning pit going down into the ground, it was large enough for two horses to go abreast.
"C'mon," He muttered, then wheeled and stalked into it.
I was hesitant to go into an underground tunnel going who knows where. I looked at Mongol and we locked gazes, his eyes were cruel and I knew that I had no choice whether I went into the tunnel or not, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to put up a fight.
"Are you going in there?" He stared, unblinkingly into my own scared eyes. I knew it wasn't a question.
"Nope," I lifted my head a bit and glared, with some mareish impertinence into his eyes.
"You think your really brave, don't you?"
"No, I just think your a coward." As I said it, I realized I'd said the wrong thing. But the words were there, hanging in the air before the seething stallion.
"You stupid mare! I, Mongol am not a coward!" He lunged toward me and knocked me on the ground, every inch of my body was racking with pain.
"P-please Mongol, I wasn't thinking. You are..." I searched for the right words to say, "U-unique...very, v-very, strong..." I sputtered, trying to find the right phrases. He wasn't taking any of it.
"You idiot! Just come on, I'll find a better punishment for you later." He chuckled, and I had a feeling the 'punishment' would be something really bad. I reluctantly followed Mongol down into the tunnel.
Agnes walked beside me, "Mitty," she whispered, "your in trouble. You really shouldn't have said those things, b-because do you know what I heard?"
"What did you hear?"
"Well, while you were unconscious I heard Mongol talking to Scarface...they thought I was asleep, but I was really awake."
"What were they saying?"
"The most horrid things, Mongol and the other stallion want payment for doing this extra job, which means handling us two. A-and..."
"Agnes! What did they say?" I was really worried now.
"I learned another thing about the Evillands in this conversation. The Evillands is where these guys are from, it's like a bunch of stallions ruled by this one with a horrid name, Mourir. Anyways, something happened and they only allow mares to raise their foals for 4 months, and the whole time they can't speak to them. It's a rule in the Evillands. Something happened a long time ago and Mourir forbid mares to speak to their foals, it's so sad! So, every five or six years Mourir sends his some of his warriors out to capture new mates for the rest of the stallions. Mourir keeps the best to himself and let's the stallions fight over the rest of the mares. It's horrible." Here she stopped, looking around to see if Mongol noticed us talking. Thankfully, he didn't. He was talking with Scarface.
"What did you hear them say about us, Agnes?"
"Well, Mongol and the other stallion wants us as their wives for the next several years! Sort of as their extra payment."
I gasped. "Agnes, that's horrible. I don't want to be taken hostage!"
"I know, we have to escape somehow."
We were silent. I was despairing at how this could happen to me, I've had such a short life. I knew I would die of sadness, somehow, somewhere. The dankness of the tunnel was claustrophobic. I could almost feel crawling insects on my skin, the air was humid, evil lurked around every twist and turn. After about twenty minutes of this torture I could hear shrieks and screams up ahead. Unearthly.
I shuddered, "Agnes, what in the world is that racket?"
"How should I know?"
"Quiet back there!" Mongol roared.
We shut up. And just hoped that we would survive.
I was in excruciating pain as I trotted, only my obstinate nature driving me on. We were heading out of the valley and into a rocky land. I'd have to watch where I step, for getting a stone lodged in my hoof could prove dangerous at the speed Scarface was driving us.
I sneaked a sideways glance at Agnes to see how she was faring. Her tortured eyes met mine, "Mitty, I hurt all over." She cried.
"So do I, I can barely trot."
"Do you think are sick?"
"Could be, but if we were wouldn't the stallions be sick too?"
"I don't know, but I've been crying because it hurts more than I can bear."
"We better stop talking, Agnes. Mongol might make us hurt more than we are now." My head pounded, and I felt like throwing up though I knew I wouldn't. Foam was gathering on the corners of my mouth and I was starting to stumble.
"Be careful, Mitty." Agnes whispered.
"I wull try..."
"Are you okay, Mitty!? Your not speaking right!"
"Whaddya'll mean? Da goose preserve da porker, in te hoosegow?"
"MITTY! What's wrong? P-please tell me, where a-are you hurting?" Agnes' voice was shaking with fear. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I woke up ten minutes later on the ground close to panic. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I leapt to my feet, feeling wild and jittery all over.
"Mitty! I was so worried. I thought you would never wake up again." Agnes wept.
"Shut up, you two!" A voice snarled, it nearly made me jump out of my skin.
"Who was that? An enemy?" I chattered.
"What's wrong with her? She looks rabid." Scarface was looking at me curiously, then he shrugged. "Let's go! We have to hurry."
I shot into a springing trot, each step pain shot through my legs, but I didn't care or notice. Some strange and half-wild instinct drove me on. We trotted and cantered for the next mile over rocky ground. Then Scarface veered right and, to my surprise a large weathered oak tree was standing amongst the rocks. It was weird that there be this random tree in the middle of nowhere and growing in rocky soil!
You couldn't see one tree for miles around, so it made me wonder if it was an evil tree that was somehow connected to the Evillands. Scarface walked up to the tree, he was somewhat in a hurry I noticed.
He circled the tree three times and stamped in a couple places, all the while muttering something under his breath.
"Ah! Here it is." Scarface must have found something. Me and Agnes exchanged worried glances.
Mongol and the other stallion pushed me and Agnes towards the tree, Scarface was standing by a yawning pit going down into the ground, it was large enough for two horses to go abreast.
"C'mon," He muttered, then wheeled and stalked into it.
I was hesitant to go into an underground tunnel going who knows where. I looked at Mongol and we locked gazes, his eyes were cruel and I knew that I had no choice whether I went into the tunnel or not, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to put up a fight.
"Are you going in there?" He stared, unblinkingly into my own scared eyes. I knew it wasn't a question.
"Nope," I lifted my head a bit and glared, with some mareish impertinence into his eyes.
"You think your really brave, don't you?"
"No, I just think your a coward." As I said it, I realized I'd said the wrong thing. But the words were there, hanging in the air before the seething stallion.
"You stupid mare! I, Mongol am not a coward!" He lunged toward me and knocked me on the ground, every inch of my body was racking with pain.
"P-please Mongol, I wasn't thinking. You are..." I searched for the right words to say, "U-unique...very, v-very, strong..." I sputtered, trying to find the right phrases. He wasn't taking any of it.
"You idiot! Just come on, I'll find a better punishment for you later." He chuckled, and I had a feeling the 'punishment' would be something really bad. I reluctantly followed Mongol down into the tunnel.
Agnes walked beside me, "Mitty," she whispered, "your in trouble. You really shouldn't have said those things, b-because do you know what I heard?"
"What did you hear?"
"Well, while you were unconscious I heard Mongol talking to Scarface...they thought I was asleep, but I was really awake."
"What were they saying?"
"The most horrid things, Mongol and the other stallion want payment for doing this extra job, which means handling us two. A-and..."
"Agnes! What did they say?" I was really worried now.
"I learned another thing about the Evillands in this conversation. The Evillands is where these guys are from, it's like a bunch of stallions ruled by this one with a horrid name, Mourir. Anyways, something happened and they only allow mares to raise their foals for 4 months, and the whole time they can't speak to them. It's a rule in the Evillands. Something happened a long time ago and Mourir forbid mares to speak to their foals, it's so sad! So, every five or six years Mourir sends his some of his warriors out to capture new mates for the rest of the stallions. Mourir keeps the best to himself and let's the stallions fight over the rest of the mares. It's horrible." Here she stopped, looking around to see if Mongol noticed us talking. Thankfully, he didn't. He was talking with Scarface.
"What did you hear them say about us, Agnes?"
"Well, Mongol and the other stallion wants us as their wives for the next several years! Sort of as their extra payment."
I gasped. "Agnes, that's horrible. I don't want to be taken hostage!"
"I know, we have to escape somehow."
We were silent. I was despairing at how this could happen to me, I've had such a short life. I knew I would die of sadness, somehow, somewhere. The dankness of the tunnel was claustrophobic. I could almost feel crawling insects on my skin, the air was humid, evil lurked around every twist and turn. After about twenty minutes of this torture I could hear shrieks and screams up ahead. Unearthly.
I shuddered, "Agnes, what in the world is that racket?"
"How should I know?"
"Quiet back there!" Mongol roared.
We shut up. And just hoped that we would survive.
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Poor Mitty! Now I want another chapter!
More pretty please with a cherry on top!
Awe, I hope Mitty and Agnes find a way to escape. I don't want them to be wives to those evil stallions.
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Who wants another chapter?
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Ah, nevermind. I'll just write another one. :3
more!!
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PLease more!!! Im sorry i've been gone.
Yeah I want more!!! This is the best story on here! (no offense to other story writers I love you're stories too!)
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