Go With The Flow

Chapter 4

Lori sat bolt up right, eyes wide, breathing fast and poised to run. With much effort, she slowed her breathing to a reasonable pace before slowly getting out of her bed and over to her window.

The outside world was an alarming shade of black that only revealed the outlines of the stables, the arenas and the surrounding paddocks.

Not satisfied with her discoveries, Lori replaced her soft Cotten pyjamas with a fresh pair of pants and a t-shirt and tiptoed down stairs and out the front door. She twisted the door handle behind her to stop it from slamming. She turned around and gasped.

The sight before her was beyond baffling, almost mind numbing, it was the kind of thing not even dreams could produce.

Lori stood stock still, unsure whether to scream, run for reassurance, or shut her mouth. She had to be dreaming. This kind of thing doesn't happen to people.

In the scene laid out before her rigid body was beautiful, powerful and unusually calming. She let her body relax.

Before her was every horse in Racing River Stables. But not. Some had horns others had wings, few had plants growing in each of their footsteps, some had manes and tails of fire or water. Some were to her left one moment, then on her right the next.

There was a group racing each other faster than Lori had seen trains go. A small herd stood in the far corner watching all the other horses doing whatever they are doing.

An epiphany took over Lori's mind and she realised it was light, like during the day.

Suddenly, from out of the cluster of watchers, emerged a breath-takingly stunning pearl white stallion with a coal black mane and tail. Huge wings the size of a bus rested majestically from his strong shoulders. Upon his forehead, buried under his thick forelock, glowed a magnificent cream horn about two feet long.

"Tricky?..." Lori questioned tilting her head to the right to get a better look at him.

The alicorn stepped toward her and placed his horn on her shoulder.
"Yes. It is I. Captiosius."
His words echoed in her mind, like a telepathic message.

"Captiosius? But your name is Tricky." Lori exclaimed, confused by the stallions answer.

"But of course it is. In your world. In mine, however, it is Captiosius."

The voice in her head was deep, protective and soothing, like a fathers.
"Captiosius.....Captiosiusssssss,.." Lori said trying out the name. "Captiosiussss... Cap-"

"That is quite enough." Captiosius thought gruffly to her.

"Sorry." she said quietly.

"It is forgiven. Come with me, there are some horses you should meet." Captiosius replied as he turned and walked to the group of horses he emerged from before. Lori followed behind and placed her hand on his flank for security.

Altogether there were six horses, Captiosius, Polly, appaloosa, Mia, flaxen liver chestnut, Odysseus, black, Ghost, white, and Triden, buckskin.

"These horses are the watchers. Manovus, Mea, Ulysses, Phasma, and Tradion. They mean you no harm."