The cold crisp wind rushed passed me as I raced through the forest, desperate to escape. I could no longer bear the thought of living here while the king allowed all of those horrible things to happen. These blood thirsty people were nothing but what the humans had begun to call them, monsters.
The forest was dark. Its trees stood tall, proving their age and strength as arrows rushed passed me and into their bark. Everything was quiet. All that could be heard was the galloping of the horses behind me and the horse that I had stolen. Theon, the king's horse, has known nothing but the evil it has been surrounded with all its life. He is tall and powerful, the strongest horse in all this kingdom. Theon, like all the horses, is all black, his eyes red with the hatred he has been taught to use to fuel his power, fire escaped his nostrils with every breathe he took.
I looked down, dodging another arrow and a gasp escaped my lips as Theon and I raced deeper into the woods. His coat began to change, the white clearly seen surrounded by the rest of his coat that was still black . Legend says that once a horse sees a bit of the light, savors the sweet taste of good, he will change. Once a horse born under the evil rein of King Lucius tastes the purity of righteousness, the horse will run, forever faster than the darkness. Theon was changing.
We ran, Theon and I, without pause, long after the guards had given up the chase, long after Theon had completely changed, and long after the sun began to rise, erasing the darkness from the world for another day. We would not stop until I reached them.
