Mitty - The horse story

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 29 1/2

Mourir lunged at Alastair with raking teeth, the clash of bodies sent a tremor through the Evillands, good vs evil fighting to the death. Alastair dodged Mourir's first attack with ease. Mourir, who had fought hundreds of fights cursed himself for being so rash in that first attack, hate was strong in him and controlled his every move whether rash or wise.
Mourir and his son circled eachother, ears flat against their skulls, adrenaline pumping through their large bodies, teeth bared.
Alastair suddenly snorted and stamped his hoof, if he was going to fight he was going to do it NOW! He sprang forward at his sire with vengeance, Mourir was caught a little of guard but recovered quickly and reared high up in the air, Alastair rose to meet him, their forelegs clashed and beat, their sharp teeth searched for the fatal hold of eachothers windpipe. Alastair caught hold of his sires neck and held, he held tight while Mourir screamed in pain and fury.
Alastair finally let go and stood there panting, his soft muzzle dripping blood on the sand. Mourir stood opposite of him shaking with anger.
Mourir suddenly charged toward Alastair and battered his neck and side with swift kicks and bites. Alastair tried his best to not give ground but the pain and swiftness by which he was getting attacked were beating him down to the ground.
When Mourir had him in a dangerous position, Alastair in a fit of rage leapt to his feet and turned on his father with blazing eyes. "There will only be one stallion standing,and that'll be me!"
Alastair attacked his father and with his powerful hind legs beat Mourirs shoulders bloody and bare, Mourir cried in pain but continued to stand. Then turning around, Alastair ripped away at his sire with such a verocity that even Scarface was astounded. Mitty watched with wide eyes, this was a side of Alastair she had never known.
Mourir wheeled to face the stunning blows and caught his breath as he saw Alastair! Alastair was bigger! Was this his son? The one he had been fighting? He looked huge and bright! His beuaty was suddenly stunning, here was the real Alastair, the one that wasn't a coward, or beaten or afraid of anything, for he had succeeded in doing the thing that had tortured him for seven long years. He was no longer normal, now he was extremely abnormal! But beautiful, stunning in all his might and frightening in his ceaseless fury!
Until then, Scarface was in a sort of trance...Alastair was turning on Mourir? His own flesh and blood? But now, seeing his father in a somewhat fatal state he shot towards Alastair and crashed into him!
Alastair was caught completley by surprise! Scarface beat into him with rapid, swift blows. He tore at his flesh while Mourir got up and beat Alastair down! Sheftu would have done something, but in his heart he knew whatever happened was supposed too and his interference would not be good.
Poor Alastair tried to fend off them both, Mourir and Scarface were trained fighters though not as strong as Alastair, but they still beat him down. Alastair was shoved to the ground and he felt complete failure and loss, for now was his time to die....he knew it.

 

[mrpekinduck]

Great chapter thanks a lot!

 

[thechickenwhisperer24]

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[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 30

Mourir's black lips streched into a hateful grin. Here was his ultimate chance to kill Alastair. He raised his forehooves and prepared to come down with crushing force upon Alastairs head! Just then, Scarface froze. He glanced down at his brothers pleading eyes and flashed back to when Alastair would always be there for him when he was wounded, he always had an encouraging word for when he was down, Alastair would bring him water and grass when he (scarface) was injured form fighting, Alastair was kind and loving while Scarface treated him roughly and cruelly abused his younger brother.
Scarface suddenly knew what he had to do. He met his sires eyes, black and shining. He leapt forward and screamed "Leave my brother alone!" Mourir was knocked off his feet and landed with a thud on the ground, stunned. Recovering he met Scarfaces' eyes and glanced at Alastair (who was now on his feet) and he yelled a horrible howling yell that shook the Evillands and the very sun darkened at the sound, Mourir was now revealed in all his evil, knowing he was defeated his eyes turned red and foam dripped from his mouth, he hated and reared but did not once touch his sons. Knowing all was lost, he nieghed one last chilling time and fled into the darkness, all his followers and evil mares melting into the black mist with him, reatreating ever further into the depths of the evil forest where they would make a new lair.

All of us horses were silent for a minute, just trying to mentally grasp what just happened. Suddenly, in the midst of silence I felt a soft, whispering wind dance through the cavern. It seemed to laugh and chuckle, I sat in awed wonder at it.
The stone pillars folded themselves into nutty bark, the dead ivy fell off and crumbled at our feet while new, green leaves took their place. In less than a minute the Evillands turned into a beautiful haven for horses!
Dewy grass sprang forth from the dead earth, a bird shyly tweeted waiting for a response, a cardinal chirped in return, soon the whole place was filled with singing birds flitting throughout the new trees!
The cavern around us crumbled into a grey mist and blew away following it's master. For the first time in what seemed like ages I could see the vibrant blue sky and fluffy clouds! I could feel the sun on my back and the wind blowing my mane.
I closed my eyes in pure thankfulness and breathed deeply. I glanced at Agnes and she giggled, I giggled too, oh it had been so long since I laughed! I laughed out loud for the pure joy of it. Soon other horses were laughing and rearing with renewed energy, me and Agnes nipped eachother like little fillies again! But I didn't forget about Alastair, my eyes met his and galloped towards eachother, oh how happy I was to be by his side!
Tears were streaming down my face as I said "Oh Alastair, why did I ever run away?"
"What's done is done, Mitty." His eyes were moist with emotion, my heart leaped! Perhaps he did care for me!
Agnes joined my side, all of us, my most favorite horses in the world were hugging and crying. I stepped back and took a long look at Alastair, he was atleast 18 hh now, before he was 16 hh! His countenance was brighter and more commanding, he was good and right.
"So this is the real Alastair, isn't it?" I grinned, "He's a lot more handsome."
Alastair just laughed good naturedly, then he pretended to be offended. "I'm always handsome, aren't I?"
"You were okay before, I guess." I giggled, "But now your even more handsome."
He nipped my mane, "That's a relief. Now, Mitty, come meet my brother."
"Y-your...brother?" I was confused, "Who's that?"
"Scarface,"
"Scarface!" I was surprised, "Is he your brother?"
"Yes, why?"
"He held me and Agnes in captivity all the way here! And he promised me as a wife to one of his henchman!" I despaired at the memory.
"He did? Well, he's turned good now."
Alastair steered me and Agnes towards the large albino stallion who was arranging his stallions their own mares to start their herds.
"Scarface?" Alastair nudged him.
"Alastair?" His blue eyes looked very intense.
"Scarface, I want to introduce you to two of my mares, Mitty and Agnes."
"H-hi." I squeaked.
Agnes didn't say anything, she just stared at the ground.
"Mitty, first I'd like to apologize for treating you roughly on the way here. Even though you were unconcious for most of it."
"Unconcious?" Alastair's eyes looked a little angry, "Scarface what did you do to her?"
"I'm not proud of any of it." He paused and blew a raspberrry, "I was intent on killing her if she didn't obey, she's got spunk that mare does, her and Agnes kept getting on my nerves. So I attacked her, she blacked out sooner than I expected...her and Agnes seemed sick or something, also...I wasn't sure. And second, Agnes I made you lug Mitty every step of the way, I beat you and abused you. I'm very sorry and hope you could forgive me, I will be tortured for the rest of my life knowing that I hurt so many innocent horses."
"I can forgive you," I wanted this to be over.
Agnes sighed, "I-I will forgive you too."
Scarface smiled, the first one I've ever seen on his face. He actually was good-looking like Alastair! "Thank you. Now, I've a lot more work to do." He gave us a wink and went back to his work.
"That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." Agnes said as we walked away.
"You did a fine job, Agnes." Alastair gave her a reassuring glance.
It was then I noticed about one-hundred-and-fifty mares entering through the woods. The leader was an Arabian mare, grey and quite dashing. A large bay stallion ran up to her, I later learned his name was Sheftu, and I found out that the Arabian was named Freyda and she went to rescue Alastairs mares, the Evillands good-hearted mares and the mares Sheftu brought with him.
Alastair, me, and Agnes ran up to Alastairs herd. We learned that Mourir hadn't actually killed Alastairs' young, he was saying that to distract and anger Alastair into making rash fighting decisions.
All was happy and the 'Evillands' was no longer called that, it was now called Eureka. Eureka, because we have overcome evil here, it is now a good place, which being a horse I have to say this place has excellent grazing and fresh water, a lot of clover and pleasant shade trees.
I'm so happy to be alive. To be with Alastair, to travel with my best friend, Agnes. Isn't God great?

 

[Theeggboxtoo]

Is it over?

 

[WooingWyandotte]

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Of course not.

There is a quite a bit more, and I'll be writing a sequel to this story.

 

[Theeggboxtoo]

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Of course not.

There is a quite a bit more, and I'll be writing a sequel to this story.

*sighs with relief* good!

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Does no one else like it?

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 31

After saying goodbye to the other horses and wishing Sheftu and Freyda well, Alastair and us mares started our pleasant journey to winter grounds. That journey was the happiest of my life, I was bubbling with joy to see Ebony, Ruby, Marcilla...especially Alastair. When I noticed Deloras' absence I inquired after it, Alastair solemnly told me that Deloras had turned evil and escaped with Mourir to the darkest depths of that endless forest. I was, in a way, sad that Deloras had chosen evil vs good. Even though she was snobbish.
Oh, and remember Hazel? Alastair claimed her before any other stallion could, she was really sweet and became fast friends with me and Agnes. Us three always went places together.
The herd traveled slowly, and often took breaks for grazing and frolicking. Sometimes, when me and my two friends were playing in knee deep grass, I would shoot my head up, someone was staring. Then with relief I would find it was Alastair, smiling. I would smile back and think back at how much my life had changed. I was born at a Premarin facility, abused, underfed, and dehydrated, then after an amazing escape to the wild I found a loving herd...mostly loving. Some of the older mares were bossy.
Anyways, two days of sheer joy was mine. Grazing, walking slowly, laughing, so I least expected it to come when it did. One afternoon, on the third day I was leisurely snipping grass when, ouch! Oh-oh-OUCH! Pains shot through me again, I couldn't take it this time! I crumpled to my knees and sobbed. Oh p-p-please! Why must I endure this torture?! What is WRONG WITH ME?! I HATE ALL THIS, I'm so mad right now I could freak!
Agnes started screaming for Alastair. "Alastair!! Alastair!!! COME quickly!"
Alastair was there in a heartbeat, I could see his eyes darken with worry. "Mitty, don't lay down...come on, get back up."
"A-A-A-Alastair...what's wrong with me?"
By this time the whole herd was around me, Chiquita, a strawberry roan stepped forward and looked me over. "If I didn't know better she has some morning sickness, Alastair."
"I know, I know." Alastair was deep in thought, then he lit up, he stepped closer and sniffed me.
"What?" I asked, feeling dizzy..
"Mitty..." His voice trailed off, when I glanced at him he was smiling sheepishly, "Your pregnant."

 

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