Angel Eyes

Chapter One: Blue Eyed Colt

"Wow, a chestnut. Haven't had one of those in a while. Great job Blessing."

I shook my head. Trying to make sense of it all. I'm cold and wet, but I feel my mother's warm touch.

I wanted to open my eyes to see her, but I felt so tired.

"I love the diamond on his head," said the voice.

A towel glazed my coat and warmed me, followed by another voice who was closer, "it's a boy!"

My eyes suddenly burst open, and a crowd of people gasped.

"Look at those eyes!" exclaimed one voice.

"You know you're gonna have to name him after those blue eyes of his," said another.

"Oh yes, they're striking!" agreed the other.

Through the buzzing words, my mother licked my face and whispered, "I think you're beautiful."

After a while most of the crowd left, and two men remained. Both were wearing dark blue polos and gray pants.

I was increasingly hungry, and so I tried to stand. But trying to balance was more difficult than I expected. The tension grew with every time I tipped over, but my mother was quick with words of encouragement.

"You're doing great, take your time," she graced.

Finally, I stood, my legs shook, but I was eventually able to eat.

The next day the vet came; I was poked and prodded. She then shined a light in my eyes. I squinted slightly before she came to the conclusion, "This little bugger is partially blind, as long as you keep those whiskers long, he'll be able to find his food and water."

"Oh Iglesias, I knew those eyes of yours would be the death of you," one of the men sighed.

Mother nudged me with her nose and smiled, "Looks like they chose your barn name: Iglesias."

"But they also said I can't see as well as everyone else," I mumbled.

My mother's eyes furrowed, "Iglesias, don't ever compare yourself to others, be proud of who you are. You will adapt and live a normal life."

I snuggled her closer, she always knew how to make light of a situation and cheer me up. As I became to be a few days older, I realized how bad my vision really was. I could see basic shapes, colors, and light, but that's about where it ended.

The name on my mothers papers was "Angel's Blessing" but everyone always referred to her as Blessing. She was a golden palomino with a tiny white star on her forehead and one white marking on her foot. Her mane was long and felt like a blanket as we snuggled through the early spring cold.

One night, Blessing told me about my father. The people would never let me see him, so I only know what my mother told me about him. He was a brown bay with a white blaze that covered one of his eyes, turning it blue. His name was "Wanda Vision" but everyone called him Curtis. He too had vision problems in his blue eye, but I was casted the curse of two blue eyes, making my vision worse than his.

I learned a lot about the world through my whiskers. I felt everything through them. The people kept them long which helped a lot.

But soon the little stall I was born in turned into a big open paddock. There were so many more things to touch and smell. Of course, I took advantage of the space by stretching my legs. I ran and ran with no care in the world, that was until I learned about the white rope.

"Halt!" called my mother, "Watch out for the white rope!"

I slid my hooves to a stop and extended my nose to the rope. My whiskers barely touched it before a zap ran through my entire face. I squealed in pain and immediately ran back to my mother.

"Knew he was gonna learn that real fast," laughed one of the people, "that electric fence is spicy!"