Living in an Imagination

Nobody ever told me the world is gonna run me...

Eda's POV

Where was I, oh yeah... I'm with my mom! Literally with my mom!

M O M M Y M A R E!!!

Why the freak am I so wobbly?

...ohhh don't tell me....

I'm a freaking foal!

I'm a horse born with weird colour patterns, dark bay tobiano I think it's called?

I opened my mouth to speak but instead a nicker came out. Perfect! That's exactly what I needed, ugh... so yay! Internal monologue for the story guys! This is just great. The story had messed up in the beginning, I wasn't supposed to be here in the story Autumn and I plotted.

I walked around the stall, feeling my stomach rumble. The mare turned her strong neck to look at me like, If you are hungry, drink the milk, child.

Aw, I didn't know how I felt. Am I supposed to feel loved or am I supposed to feel sick that I'm gonna drink horse milk for a few months?

Here's a thing I'm worried about, if I was born here, then that means that my future includes running and I'm not okay about that.

Where is here? The racing industry of course! And I. Didn't. Like. One. Bit. Of. The. Industry. Go figure.

The mom... my mom snorted for me to come to her. I did.

Here's the thing I've also been relatively worried about, is the fact that I and most possibly Autumn, will be in the body of our characters.

Okay, okay, that's not so bad right?

WRONG, totally wrong. You see, if we stay in the bodies of our characters long enough, say... a few days or even hours in reality (time moves quicker in the worlds, so a year in the world is one hour in reality), we will eventually start behaving like our characters. Autumn might not have been affected much by it, but I will, I'm a human in a horse body, I will take on the traits and behaviour of said species and lose my human side. This brings me to another problem, my mentality was weaker than my friends and I am easily affected by just about anything around me!

Someone please get me outta here!!!

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Autumn's POV

I yawned while listening to the tour guide drone on and on about racehorses world records. I knew all of them, Secretariat, Ruffian, America Pharoah blah blah blah... We are currently in a racehorse breeding stables and this place was full of mares and foals. I'm not even exaggerating.

I'm already used to my character, Yvonne's body to be honest, not much of a change except she is goddamn rich. I'm not exaggerating for the second time. She has the ranking of a duchess or something, but something does seemed off, I designed her to like mounted archery instead, she grew a liking to horse racing which is strange because Eda and I planned for a wild horse type of story, not domesticated ones and we intentionally avoided racing because it is a sore subject to most in the equestrian world.

Unbeknownst to me, the tour group had arrived in front of a stall, the tour guide proudly gestured to the mare and the goal and said, "This is a one of a kind prized mare, Stubborn Angel. She won against stallions on the racetracks which is an unbelievable achievement! This here is her first successful foal named Seraphina Solaris by top-stallion, Painting With Heaven, we have high hopes for her to be just like her dam and sire! Usually the foals will begin training when they become yearlings, which is—"

A foal when he or she reaches a year old. I rolled my eyes, everyone here knows that.

The tour guide then ushered the group onwards to the next stall. I stayed at the Stubborn Angel's stall.