The Beautiful Stranding

Chapter 2 The Search For The Sound

I don't hear the sound again. We've been sitting here for hours and we are just trying to figure something out. Until, Chris says "Hey, the plane isn't smoking anymore. Maybe we could dig up some stuff to make a decent shelter for the night."
"Sounds like a good idea." my father says. "Dylan why don't you go find a spot for our shelter." says my father.
"Off I go" I said. Once I found a good spot I came back to the plane and told my father and Chris. Once they left to set up a site I stay by the plane. And there it is again, the sound.
I go looking around near the back of the plane, but I still don't see anything. For a while I thought it was just in my head until I saw it. A quite beautiful thing. A horse.
Now some people might just think, "oh a horse. Big deal." But I've always loved horses. And this isn't just any horse. This horse is pitch black. And his eyes are a dark blue. This is the first kind of hire I've seen like this. And I all of the sudden I am drawing nearer to the horse. But to my surprise, the horse isn't moving away, like all wild horses will do. The horse actually draws closer to my out reached hand. Ge came close enough that my hand eventually touched his muzzle. He makes a quiet nickering noise and I say " I'm going to call you Magic, because you look like you are Magic."