The Warrior:Black butler x modern reader (Discontinued)

Prologue

(Not my picture.)
The cars and trucks pass by fast the noise never ending and hardly slowing down I walk along the grass and follow the road by the forest to the plains. As I walk along the forest road I saw a series of shadows human like then i remember that the men are all off at a war in the iraq war fighting for the U.S. I keep walking along the path and keep my ears open for any alert to what had made those shadows. As I’m walking down the forest path the ground starts to shake some leaves fall from the sky onto my head and shoulders. The sound that followed the leaves signals a cataclysmic event. I venture off the in the direction where the sound came from. After walking for a few minutes I found where the shaking came from, I look on in awe I see the stump of a newly fallen tree and the whole second half of the tree on the ground to the left of the stump the tree was an oak one of the biggest I’ve see in our forest I walk up to it and look at the rings in side and see that it was natural, and it was old and lived the longest life it could. After looking at the tree. I walk on towards the plains and to the compound. I continue walking on till I get close to the 2nd biggest lake on the property I see some of the animals that we have on the property drinking. I smile as I see my horse Dagmar, she looks up at me as I approach her slowly being careful not to spook the other animals as I walk closer, her head lifts up to meet mine her neck bent down to have her head meet mine almost exactly. Dagmar is a 4 year old mustang with a black and white main and tail, her body was a buskin color with a white blanket like coloring on her, a white cornet on her all of her four legs. Her muzzle is black with a white star she stands at 17.2 hands (70 inches, 178 cm).  I walk up to her side and see that she is by a large rock. “Stand Dagmar.” I tell her and she stays still I jump up onto the large rock and hop on her back. “Dagmar to home, and fast.” I say if a firm, yet gentle voice she goes forward at a canter, she steadily starts to get faster till she is in a full run she heads in the direction she knows either by muscle memory or her actual memory she moves towards the direction I know to be home.