The Black Stallion

Chapter One ~ The Forest by the Beach

There is never a day in Scotland where there is no sign or a raindrop, or forceful winds, but on the odd day there is sun, everyone is outside for this is a rare occurrence, seeing sun in Scotland, however the forest on the outskirts of Loch Lomond is dark, but considerably dry.

Dawn had broken in the forest and the Black Stallion was trotting through the trees and bushes to the clearing where there are few animals, and lots of space to graze and relax. The Stallion had passed the trees and dashed through the main path of the forest trail to the clearing not known to many, the Stallion lowered his head and grazed at the clearing, all seemed peaceful...

Little did the Stallion know that not too far away, a girl was walking glumly towards the forest and towards him. The girl had pushed through the crowd clutching her black beaded bag and keeping her head down, not wanting to be seen. The sea of people had died down, she was nearing the forest. The Stallion had looked up from grazing in the clearing at the faint sounds of feet crunching on dead leafs and stepping lightly on twigs.

The Stallion took caution and retreated towards the back of the forest, but where he could still see the to where the girl was walking over, she stopped four metres into the forest and started digging, the Stallion glared at the girl and the strangeness of what she was doing. She dug for one minute and placed what looked like a black fabric into the hole, she placed the earth over the hole again, brushed the mud off her hands and set off back into the streets.

The clouds had engulfed the forest almost completely and the rain had started to fall, the Stallion trotted to where the girl had acted so curiously, he bent his head and sniffed where the dirt had been compiled to hide the hole the girl had dug, the Stallion knew something had been hidden, a dark fabric but what the fabric was, was about as clear as mud.