White Island (Under Rewriting)

Six Months

Where do I begin. Dutchess still isn't settled in her stall so we leave her in one of Holloway numerous paddocks when we can. The people here are nice but honestly the place never felt like home. Holloway was state of the art and both Duchess and I had improved so much during our time here but training was rigour us and the joy of it all had been sucked out. Competing wasn't really fun anymore. We still hold the National Show Jumping Record and the stables was beautiful but I missed Willow Park. I don't think anything will be the same as it was. Riding always cleared my head,I tried to do it as often, but lately nothing seemed to get me out of this slump. There was always something missing.  The woods had always been our favorite place to ride back home and that's what we did every morning. Since the fire Duchess had been jumpy and skittish yet as time moved on she became the calm and relaxed 'bomb proof' horse she used to be and now barely spooks anymore. Although she still refuses to go outside when it's foggy.

Let's see.. what else is new?

This brings us to Callum. My boyfriend. We've only been dating a few months and I'd liked him a lot. That feeling was faded almost as quickly a it came. We were friends of course, he'd been empathetic and accommodating after the fire but it's like we're QB and Head cheerleader, only together because we looked good. He was the most consistency I had. The stability I needed plus he was a pretty good kisser. Morning rides in early, dewy mornings was our 'thing'. It was nice and romantic but as competitions became more frequent we hung out less. We were a power couple. A statement. Keeping up appearances but nothing more.

Since moving here I'd not really had the chance to explore the Islands hidden wonders. So given how training had been pretty heavy today I decided to explore secluded coves and beaches on foot. It was about mid-day when I handed Duchess over to a groom, swapped my boots and helmet for trainers and let my hair out of its ponytail and headed out to the ocean shore. The walk took a while without the aid of hooves, but the sea was so calming once I sat atop a dune and watched the waves' role in.  It felt peaceful here. It was a good place to think. The sun reflected off the blue water causing the ocean to sparkle. Unfortunately it wasn't long until the tranquility of the beach was shattered. A jet-black horse bombed down the shoreline seemingly with no real end goal. The poor thing had no rider and from this distance it didn't seem to have any tack either. Putting my own personal dilemmas aside I clambered down the dune and dusted myself down before taking off in the direction said horse was still charging off in to attempt to cut the four-legged creature off. As I neared his, as I could now tell, tail swished angrily as he stomped and reared, kicking damp sand everywhere, evidently not happy with my presence.

After a little convincing he began to settle that was until he looked over my shoulder and the hysterics resurfaced. As the new figure appeared beside me taking the horses attention only to be distracted again as the rumbling engine of a black Jeep grew closer bouncing along the sand. The girl nearby was a little taller then me and had a thick American accent most likely from California or some similar state and was trying her best to sooth the nervous animal from her place behind me. He listened to her. His ears pricked forwards eagerly despite his darting eyes. He seemed to like her. Two more bodies exited the car and a hint of recognition flickered in my head. "Bright Fields." I huffedunder my breath. When ever trouble was Bright Fields stables was never far behind. "This is one of yours then?" Bright fields were one of the other stables my family had considered once we moved out here, but we quickly realised the place was fraying at the seems and Holloway had everything we needed. From what I heard the people were nice enough and they were all close friends, but kindness and friendship doesn't pay the bills when it comes to horses.  "One of our livery horses. Flew the coup the second we turned out backs" The guy wrapped in a red body warmer responded. "Yeah, rotting stable doors'll do that." I murmured as the tall brunette turned his attention to the girl beside me. "Just stay very still." The older female beside him, told her. The horse began to panic again as the two of them drew nearer. A pointy needle loaded with what was likely sedatives was pulled from the bag by the only guy among us all. A shiver ran up my spine at the sight of it. I never liked those things. As the sharp metal caught the creatures' eye he reared causing me to stumble back in a semi distracted haze before tripping over a collection of uneven pebbles wedged in the soggy sand and land at an unnatural angle.

A groan pushed from my lungs as my arm collapsed underneath me with an audible pop upon impact. "Are you alright?" His voice was laced with concern as he took an subconscious step forward only to be stopped by his friend "She might be hurt, Sam." He pleaded turning back to face her. "Calm down, She's fine, Marcus, look." Pushing up off the ground was a mistake as proven by the sharp pain that shot up my arm. "Ahrh." The unceremonious noise passed my lips as I swapped arms bringing the sore one into my chest. After a few seconds I had clambered up from the floor cradling my wrist inwardly, of which was already starting to turn purple. "Hey, Britain's next top model. I don't think he likes that pointy thing." The girl called back, glancing over her shoulder at me as the boy edged closer. "Easy, Miss America. It's just a sedative." Are they seriously making reality tv puns right now? "We just need to get him under control." Sam. added. Marcus took a step forward and the horse in question reared again. I made sure to keep my distance and be vigilant for more sneaky pebbles and rocks. "He was under control." The girl continued. Marcus gestured for at me to move towards them as she spoke. "No needles. No sedatives. Just back off." Now the horse was slightly calmer I slipped passed him and towards Marcus. His arm stuck out as I passed him creating a little barrier between me and the horse. "Are you ok?" he asked again over his shoulder, looking down at me. What can I say? when your 5ft 3" everyone's taller than you. "Focus on him, I'll be fine." I answered with a reassuring nod and he did. Yet his arm still stayed splayed out in futile yet noble protection. "Ok, I get it, I get it. You like to be free. I get it." The more she talked the more the jet black animal seemed to calm down. It's like they've known each other for years.

"What's your name?" Sam asked, stepping passed the two of us. "Zoe," "Ok, Zoe. Raven seems to really like you. Could you help us get him back to the stables?" She asked again, clearly running out of options. "You should come back with us." Marcus said turning to me his tall body blocking the golden sun from my eyes wrapping him in its shimmering aura. "I can take a look at your arm if you like." It was more of a statement than a question and the purple shading on my wrist was starting to turn a weird yellow so I smiled up at him and nodded. "I won't pass up a free ride." He chuckled at the quip before zoning back into the others conversation. Marcus had retracted his arm but seems to intentionally place himself almost directly in front of me "The thing is it's you or the sedative." He added, trying to convince the girl to help. "Listen. If you help us out, we'll help you find your sister." Zoe took a minute's hesitation to think before she responded. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" She asked reluctantly. "We need to get this lead rope clipped on him." Sam took a step forward and Raven reared once again. Opting for the safer approach Sam threw the rope onto the sand near the pair and Zoe picked hastily it up. "Pet the front of his head, just above his eyes." I advised stepping out a little from behind Marcus. "It should help." Zoe followed my guidance, and attached the rope with ease. "Thanks," She turned back towards us, and I smiled in response. "That's great, we need you to walk him back to the stables and we'll be right behind you if he does anything, we are right there." Sam explained as Marcus collected his medical bag he'd recently replaced the syringe in and guided me towards the jeep with a hand hovering at my back. Zoe continued to mumble to her self "Okay, okay. Alright."

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