The Life of a Wild Horse

Chapter 1

AN: Real quick this is a short story, so don't expect it to be long. I own all rights to this story, and if it represents any other it is entirely coincidental. Hope you like it, and would love to hear your comments. 

I could feel the cold air against my soft, young hooves as they came into the world. Then my nose also felt the cold air as my face surfaced. The rest of my body came, slowly, but surely. After a minute of resting, my mother, Sky, a blue roan, stood up. She started wiping her soft, warm tongue over me, and my body started to feel warm. Once she was done, I could feel that she was waiting for me. I unfolded my tiny legs from my chest to see them as brown and white.

I collected them up under me, and forced myself up. I was standing; I moved one of my gangly legs unsurely, not knowing what to do. I saw Sky move her knees to move her body, and thinking that was how it was done, I tried it for myself. My legs shook, but I kept myself from falling. After I thought I was ready, I moved again, but this time it was easier. I found her soft belly, and nuzzled my way under it.

At last! I found the milk, and filled myself with it. After drinking I felt drowsy, but I wanted to explore this new world. We walked over to a pool of water, and I saw my reflection in it. I was a brown and white paint, with a stubby black main and tail. "My son, your name is Colebrook." Sky told me as she started to leave the pool.

We started off in a direction, and I followed as best I could. By midday, we stopped for a rest. I lay down on the soft clover, and allowed myself to take a small nap. It was early evening by the time I woke up. I stopped for a small drink as we carried on. As the last light started to shine on our coats, I saw a valley hidden from view. We went down a hidden path in the trees, and started the hike.

When we were three quarters down, we went behind a waterfall. I put my nose under the fast moving water, and stuck out my tongue to catch water on. I heard Sky snort, and I knew she was amused. We continued the walk down, and soon a huge black and white knabstrupper stallion was galloping towards us. I soon realized that Sky was the lead mare, and his favorite.

"This is Blizzard, your father." Sky told my proudly. He looked at me, and I saw a scar on his cheek from a fight. "Who is this?" Blizzard asked. "This is Colebrook." Sky answered. "A colt." Blizzard said distastefully, as if I was nothing more than I rock. I looked down at my now hard hooves. My mother nipped at his flanks, and we trotted away. I was the first foal of the season, but the second day there was there three mares left.