Diablo

My Foalhood

I was born small, very small, as small as a dog even, and weak. I couldn't stand up for the first 3 hours of my life, some men wanted me put down. Back then I didn't know what being put down meant, but now I do. The only reason they didn't have me put down was because my mother protected me. She kicked out at whichever man tried to pick me up and take me away, she was ( and still is ) my hero. When I finally stood up the men stopped coming, which was good, because my mother had been starting to tire. And I didn't want to be 'put down' whatever that meant. One man said something to the others, I'm not sure what. And I was spared.

2 years later, my training started. The humans that started my training were nice, not to strict and not to gentle, but sadly, a buyer came and asked to buy me, I was terrified, the humans didn't realise. That buyer was cruel, I could tell just by sniffing him, I even put my ears flat back, but my owner gave me a smack on the nose and told me off. I didn't know what to do, luckily the buyer didn't buy me on that day, so I had time to explain to my mother,
'There is nothing you can do' she told me, 'just wait, what needs to happen will happen, and, remember, no matter what happens, I love you, but please try your best to be a good horse. Good things happen to those who are good,' I didn't know what to say, I was terrified, what were they going to do with me?! Were they going to carry on with my training? I seriously doubted it, were they going to force me to obey them? I hoped not, but somehow, I knew what they were going to do, and it wasn't good.