A long time ago an old mare was walking in a very shallow river. She was a black mustang and one of the first ever to live. She was alone and knew her time was short. Everyday it was the same old thing. She would go eat from the nearest prairie then walk back to the river to take a drink. And finally would find a good shelter to hide from the wilderness. She never saw anything move except from time to time a pack of wolves would stroll by and would try to get her but she knew her way around the valley so she could hide and never be found. But today she wanted something different. She walked away from the river and went in the opposite direction of her last shelter towards the larger mountains.
She walked for a very long time until the moon was right above her. She was starting to ache and decided to lay down. She looked up to the moon and thought to herself that she was the first horse here. She finally fell asleep. She woke up to the sun in her eyes. She got up and continued walking. She was very thirsty. She licked up the dew on the grass and then ate the grass. She was again on her way.
She walked all day and again fell asleep only now she was on the mountain. She wasn't to the top yet but she was about a days length away. Again she was thirsty and now even hungry. She tried to sleep but it wasn't easy. She woke up to splashes of water. It just started to rain. She put her head up and caught the water. It gave her a boost of energy. She kept on walking and found a bush full of berries and even a small pond on the side of the mountain. It was almost dark and the moon was just coming up when she reached the top. The moon was full but she defiantly wasn't. She felt sick. She layed down on the very tip of the mountain. Again she thought she was the first here and now maybe even the only.
She fell asleep with a smile. But this time she never woke up. She was still in the chilling wind but she kept a smile on her face. Days went by and she started to disappear. Nothing ever reached her. A full year went by and all that was left was bones.
She had reached the top of now her mountain but never reached the ground. She was a hero to some but a fool to others. She knew her time was short but what was that urge to do something amazing? Many do not know but if you are feeling up to the task of trying the mountain for your self. You will be greeted by the old mare but for only of those who reach the top. The few people who have made it to the top say the mare is now a dark blue with a beautiful set of wings. She sings a sweet song of faith and hope. No one who has made it to the top says they deserve the mountain to themselvesbecause they all know who will always own it. The End...
Hope you liked the story. There are only a few people out there that will get this story. I know it is short but if you understand the book you'll know why. If you want me to write more books like this tell me I love making these types of books.
