Scouts Story (WIP)

Chapter 1

Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess. Just breathe, and have faith that everything will work out for the best.
***
It was just me and mother. Calmly munching on the emerald green grass. The wind blowing in our manes. It was so relaxing, so peaceful, so safe. I love times like this. Away from stress and so close to happiness. You know, I don't mind being with other horses too but I much prefer just me and mother.

The sun shines proudly on the hill that we are grazing on. I love that feeling. The sun shining on me like God is proud. I feel my father is connected to me, telling me how proud he is. I promised to look after mother, and I have kept it. I hope to keep it. My father was caught by the evil dark riders. They poach horses. If the horse is black they tame it and use it as their own. However, any other colour is used for meat and fur. The evil people. Mother always said the two legged can be haters or lovers. Mother said she met a lovely girl who still lives nearby. She's nothing like them, I remember her saying that. I remember her telling me to find the girl if I ever lost her. I told her she's strong and I wouldn't, but I didn't think it would happen so rapidly.

What happened? Well, you shall find out.

We were grazing on the hill before I heard horses footsteps. These hooves were not raw, natural evolution; they were carrying horse shoes. Hard, cold footsteps. I heard the tack rubbing on the horse, making it sound like they were stretching the saddle a thousand miles. It happened so fast, like my wonderful dream was turning into a horrific nightmare.

A few moments later, the dark rider was stood there. Right in front of me and mother, glaring at us one by one. She was wearing full black: a cape, jodhpurs, long boots. Her horse was the same. It was a Friesian, wearing all black tack. I hate that colour. Mother says it's the Devils favourite colour, which is why it's for evil people. I listen to mother because I trust her.

A few seconds after I lifted my head up, my mothers shot up in terror. Her eyes were the size of a golf ball, before she saw the dark rider; her pupils then turned into a pea. I could see the terror in her eyes. It only took her half a millisecond to realize who it actually was. She reared trying to frighten them, yet they would not even blink. She turned to me and shouted, "My boy you must run immediately!" then nudged me on my neck to encourage me to run.
"But I do not wish to leave you!" I cried.
"I shall follow son, now run! I love you..." She said softer then felt.
"I love you, mother..." I sobbed before galloping away.

I didn't want to leave her, so I didn't gallop far. Just behind a tree 200 yards from her. I had the greatest view so I could keep fathers promise if I needed to.

I saw her trying to frighten them with vicious biting and rearing. Once again, it did not faze them one bit. She galloped away. Trying to find me. By the time I ran out in front to show her where I was, she galloped past me. I knew where she was going. She was going to the abandoned farm. The Friesian galloping behind her with its thundering hooves, dust being its shadow. It looked like there was no escape.

I felt quite bad for the dark riders horse. It looked sad and guilty. The dark rider was spurring it raw, whipping it till it looked like a zebra with red stripes. It clearly was not evil, but one of us, it went through what we are experiencing, except without the fear of death. I hoped to never see this day, but I feel like it has come. I don't think my mother is fast enough to out run a trained horse with whips and Spurs. I want to help, but I'm useless. I'm weak and small, I won't be able to do anything to help her.

I run behind the trees following my mother and he terrifying horse behind her. The loud thundering hooves were drowning my little steps. I couldn't live without mother at five months. I couldn't live without mother at all!

She finally reached the abandoned farm. Galloping through as fast as she could. It wasn't long until the rider couldn't go any further. Then, my mother look behind her to check if the rider was still there, she was. Suddenly, my mother ran into the well in the center. Out of all places, she had to hit her head. She hit it fairly hard. Enough to knock her to the ground. I saw tears of terror streaming down her face as the rider dismounted. She knew what was going to happen. I knew what was going to happen.

I cried so hard while watching my mother being whipped to death. I could see the pain in her eyes. I felt so helpless. I wanted to run in front and kill myself. I broke fathers promise.

She's gone to father now. She's going to remarry him. They're going to be happy. I want to join them but all I can think about is the words "I love you" coming out of mothers mouth. The soft whisper. I remembered all the fun times we had together.

Suddenly, a blue haired girl came out of the chipped house. She too was creating Niagara Falls in her eyes. She started walking to me. Was it the girl who mother was talking about?