Trails of Emira!

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No, he just can't really write it, because his computer, is the family computer. So he only has certain times to post. But what annoys me is:

When he has a chance, he goes on:

Some weird political forum.
BYC

And many other forums.
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After we finished taking each other’s saddles and bridles off, we walked through a thicket of trees and bushes, then went up several grassy slopes. The light was dimming as we reached a large hill, I figured we’d just rest on the top for we were tired from the long ride and battle. My wound was sore as we started walking up the large hill. As we reached the top we saw light down below, it was the enemy. They had halted on their journey, and still had left the campfire burning. I felt endangered as Afra and Thaqaf were with us on our journey.
I heard them whispering in their awkward language:
“Thaqaf efendilerimizin uyarmak gerekir!” Afra said to the Thaqaf, but I could not understand. Then Thaqaf replied. “Evet, ama onlar bizi sayıca daha fazladır.” I quickly turned to them, saying: “If I could only understand your words, I’d know your plans, but for now, all I can do is assume.” They both turned their heads towards me, with grief in their eyes.

I walked forward, as my companions were silent. I heard a strange sound from the large tent, and I asked the two siblings: “What are your masters doing in the tents?” Afra said in reply. “Praying to Allah.” Dixon then asked. “For how long will they be praying?” However, Afra was reluctant to answer.
I said to them. “I know what you were saying. You were planing on alerting the men and horses about us.” I turned to Fiona, saying. “Watch them, and keep them away.” Afra looked at me with cold eyes, but I ignored her, and went on. Dixon went over to the edge to see if the soldiers were out. “Dixon, what do you see?” He said. “The enemy horses are watching around themselves.” I was wondering what we could do. Then Vanda, who had been quiet during our journey, came up to my ear, saying. “We must get to Constantinople before they continue on their journey.” I nodded, and announced to the others in a whisper. “We must make our way to Constantinople, and warn our city!”

The camp was near a vast forest, where we could channel through, in order to avoid detection from the enemy horses. Domenica suggested that we stop deep in the forest, and rest there until dusk. I agreed, and we moved on. We quietly walked down the slope, at the bottom we reached the forest. Imelda suggested we go on a deer trail, and Dixon and I agreed. As we entered into the forest, the air was still and mild, the smells were pungent and musty, we continued to follow a deer trail, but the thorns were scratching our skin. Finally, we found an area of open space, and we sat, wiry from the long journey. We then drifted to sleep. I then awoke, as the sun was rising. I looked around, but none of them were there, I quickly stood up, looking from side to side, wondering were my companions could be. I then heard a noise of shuffling in the distant brush (The trees were far apart from each other where I was.), I looked around hoping perhaps they were there, but I stayed quiet, incase it was the enemy. Then, I heard galloping horses, they were coming from all angles. All of the sudden, men and their horses were coming from left to right. Then a man rode up to me and put a rope around me. I started panicking, and reared up. More men came to help, and it was too much, so I let them take me to their camp. There were many tents, and a very large round pen. In the pen I saw Fiona, she was being beaten with a whip so she would obey her new master. Then I saw Thaqaf and Afra at my right, laughing. I looked to my left and saw Domenica, lying there. She was all bloody and hardly recognizable, she had passed.

I was tied to a poll, to wait for my turn to be beaten for obedience. Fiona finally gave up fighting and obeyed. It was hard for me to take that in. Next was Dixon, immediately he reared up and kicked his new master in the head. He started stomping on man, then many more people went in to help, and Dixon was panicking. He was running around the pen, kicking whoever came near him. Then a man dressed in armor came out of a tent nearby. Dixon stopped and looked at him, he knew who he was. He was the man who killed Dixon’s master. Dixon backed up and jumped over the fence, men were panicking. Dixon then attack the man, beating him with his hooves, the man fell dead. Another man came out of the same tent, with a sword. I started rearing and neighing, hoping that the man wouldn’t kill Dixon. With one stroke of the man’s sword Dixon fell. I cried my heart out for I thought that one day, Dixon and I could have foals. But now I’ll never see him again. I noticed that I was the only horse left to be tamed. A man grabbed me and took me to the pen. I walked to the middle of the pen, trying to form a plan. I trotted around, people were arguing over who would get me, saying:
“I’ll take her!”
“No, she should go to Qatadah.”
“He already has a beautiful horse!”
Then a man walked to the crowd and said boldly: “I’ll take the mare.” He was Qatadah, the one who killed Dixon, the one who killed my master, the leader of this force.

He walked up to me, I was scared but stood still. He said:
“Hello, you are my new horse. Do what I say and I won’t beat you. You’re a very strong horse and it will certainly help us to have you.” I couldn’t think of what to do, living my life with the man whom killed my master and my true love would be awful. At least I’d have Fiona. We could always escape later. He took me to his tent, and tied me by the side. I sat down and reluctantly fell asleep.
 
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