Finding Kara

Poor Colt

sorry it's so short, I had a major writers bolck, but this speicial fan, the one i dedicated it to gave me a bit more incentive to continue. so this is my thinks to them! thank you.

It's only short, but it's afiller and it's on the way to the end of the story... so sad.

also, the song I used to write this song is Starting today - bruno MAr's it dosn't really realate apart from how ace kind-of gave up, so this is yeah a good song. It's kind of like "watch how quick i change my mind," which  are lyrics in the song kind of like starting again for ace... get it... any way remenber to

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"Hey boy, wow, slow down, hey." some thing caught the remains of the lead rope, I stopped startled, what did they want? My legs hurt and the exhilaration from the previous events had left my body so now the pain was caving in on me.

I let my head drop, I winched but I didn't care. I just wanted somewhere stable. Somewhere like home. I followed the species I had learned to despise, I followed them to a place I don't even know about but I followed because I had to, because I had nothing else to do.

I was lead to a truck, that if I hadn't of been so exhausted I wouldn't have gone near, but as if something was possessing me I walked up the ramp and as I munched on the sweet food they'd put in something that would've scared me before I didn't even flinch as the door closed. leaving me in darkness.

The flaps above me were open and I could feel and smell the fresh air passing me, the fresh night air.

I heard a whinny from next to me, which caused me to look up, I thought I was alone.  There stood a shivering colt, He was at lest one, only a yearling yet he stood straight and proud, I could see the nervousness starting to settle in on him, he still needed his mother, His figure shook a little and stopped for a little while before he broke down and neighed out for help any help.

I whinned softly back to him, I couldn't talk to him but I knew how he felt I had been him once, not knowing where I could go, and I as he looked at me, I saw in his eyes,me, a lost young horse. I also saw in in eyes, he was asking me, pleading me that he was going to see his mother again, that he was going to run with his herd again. I had left the mountains at the age of three, this young colt barely knew anything yet he had been ripped from his home. I knew this was how Kara felt as she was even younger than him, I didn't know what to do, this colt's misery could only be healed be the men giving him back.

Seeing him gave me a bit more strength, my pain's, although physical were nothing compared to this foals. I had to be strong if not for this colt than for Kara.