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~ Chapter 3~

The White Stallion

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Bullet staggered away from the ground covered in blood, and headed towards his herd. His head hung lower than normal; he was exhausted. He lumbered to the grove of trees, his hooves dragging with each step. I won, even in my old age; I won! He thought triumphantly.
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Shasta whinnied in delight when she saw him coming. The rest of the herd lifted their voices in a happy celebration. Bullet grinned from ear to ear, lifting his hooves in a joyful prance.
Vanner squealed happily, and raced to his father. “You’re okay!!” He whinnied, skidding to a halt infront of him, but stumbled, and fell to his knees. Bullet glared down on his son with an expression of distaste. He pushed past him, and nuzzled Shasta and the other mares.
Vanner’s heart fell. He wanted to please his father more than anything, and now, it seemed he was failing.
……….
Raven stumbled away, his eyes rolling in anger. “I’ll kill that horse. His herd will be mine! Mine!! MINE!!!” He screamed, his voice getting louder and louder, until it rang through the valley. Blood caked his jet black pelt, and he stumbled on to nowhere.
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Vanner jerked his head up as Raven’s eerie scream reached his ears. The other horses froze. “Move!” Bullet nickered urgently to the mares. “Get to high ground. Go!” He snorted, and began to nip at their heels. He brushed his teeth against the foals hocks, but when he came to Vanner, he bit; his bite drawing blood. Vanner squealed in pain, and dashed through the mob of horses to his mother’s side. Shasta pelted across the field, heading towards a high hill.
Bullet growled in anger. He wanted his son to amount to something! Why was he so babyish?! Shoving his thoughts aside, and glanced over his shoulder, scanning the blood spattered field. Raven wasn’t there. “Good.” He breathed a sigh of relief.
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Raven plodded along, until something caught his eye, and he looked up to see a stocky white stallion - who looked like an albino - standing before him. “You were weak.” He spat. Raven pinned his ears. “Who are you?!” He snapped. “My name’s Zanzibar. And you are?....” He waited for a reply. “I’m Raven.” He replied after a pause. “I’ve been watching you. I like you. You’ll do well.” The white stallion said, almost to himself. “At what?!” Raven snorted. “At winning. Against that scum of a horse.” Zanzibar cackled. Raven’s eyes lit up; “Yeah? How do you suppose?” He asked, his voice light. “I’ll tell you. Come with me.” The white stallion said, his voice low; he turned, and with swift steps, headed away. Raven eagerly followed, his heart pounding inside.
 
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