The Curse Horse

Chapter -1

I'm freedom

I'm 17 and I'm part of the proka tribe in the west of the the snowing mountains, I don't really understand why they call it that because it doesn't snow up here. I come from a long line of tribe leaders leading back to the founder of this tribe . proka. His morals were to always put love first . and those morals still stand to today . Being the youngest of 4 boys I'm not the next in line to be tribe leader but I am considered and important role in the tribe or what ever . It honestly doesn't interest me a lot . I couldn't care either way . Listen up I'm about to tell you my story . I was half asleep in a tree thinking about, well life in general , waiting for the men of our tribe to come home with what ever they hunted . I just prayed that no one got hurt . in my tribe we believe horses to be our equals we share everything with them . We are their kin and they are ours . My horse was currently asleep at the foot of the tree his red brown coat looked dull in the shade of the tree. The only exception to the rule of horses being our equals is tht of a lone black stallion ,He is the curse horse, it's believed that along time ago a man fell in love with a witch and broke her heart in return she put a curse on his first born son that when he turned 17 he would turn in to a beautiful horse that would be forever alive and hunted .I dont believe any of it i think its just an excuse to shoot at something. every week on the 4th day , the poor horse is hunted down and shot at by all the tribes in the snowing mountains that's 7 tribes and every man in those tribes has to put and arrow in the side of that horse or they Arnt considered a man. I honestly have no clue how this came about but it is a tradition. A soft neigh just brought my attention to my horse he was looking up at me, telling me it's time to go home . I scaled Down the tree and slipped my self softly onto his back and clicked softly telling him to go forward he broke into a slow trot. we reached the camp at night fall and the men were back and hungrily eating the deer they had just finished cooking . I walked over to the fruit pile and Picked up an apple. I didn't really feel like meat tonight. My father motioning me to come taking to him so I did. He had an ugly tall guy standing with him. The man was so muscly he looked like a cloud it was kind of funny. "Fre meet jos, jos meet fre, he is the boy whom you may marry one day," my father said with glee I looked the boy up and down and screwed up my face. " father what about love?" I asked "you can learn to love!" He said annoyance creeping into his voice . I shook my head . Father dismissed jos. he looked me dead in the eye and said "you will , now go to rest," I sighed and walked towards my hut. my horse feather trotted into the hut and threw his head up in annoyance. " I know , the nerve of that man!" I yelled. Feather stomped his foot in agreement. I slipped under the overs and blew out the candle on my bedside table. I heard the thud of feather laying down and I drifted off go sleep.