Horse Star

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The horses seemed free. Like they had no fear about the fences. That they were in excellent care. I've been here for at least an hour now. Still, no horse has come near me. Or chosen me. The same horse pushed the other horses away over and over again.

He had spice brown fur and rings of white right above its front left hoof and back right hoof. His solid, creme hair was long, and it swayed in the wind as he galloped or reared. The white spot on his forehead looked like a deformed spade almost, and the edges blended into the dark brown of the rest of his body.

He was a gorgeous boy. I loved him, but even if he did steer away the other horses, he never came to me, himself. I couldn't tell if he wanted me as a partner, or if he didn't like or trust me enough to partner with his companions. He was easily the biggest horse of every horse inside the fences. I wonder if he's a stallion.

The students who were already chosen by their horse were in the enclosed fence across from the one where I was at. I leaned back against the fence with a heavy sigh. If this keeps up, I'll never get a horse.

I guess I could always ask my parents if I could barrow one of their horses. I huffed. No. I can't do that. It's hopeless. They are show horses, not riding horses.

A horse-no...horses-were galloping, but it wasn't any of the horses in the fence. A herd of horses broke through the tree line. The brown horse reared, alarming the others. The wild ones charged for us, jumping the fence. Trainers were quick to take action.

My world froze when I recognized the horses. They weren't wild...no...they were the horses my father kept in his stables. The newest bunch. How did they even get out? As a matter of fact, why were they here in Canada? Men riding on horses followed behind, including Father.

The brown beauty reared up in front of me when the herd changed course. His back was to me, but I could feel rage seeping in his aura. The herd split: half going left, half going right.

He didn't move, just neighed and snorted. He faced me, nudging my frozen body with his head. He gave me horse kisses on my cheek, and I laughed quietly. I reached my hand out, hesitantly stroking his soft fur. He was calm, and not at all intimidated by me. I was the intimidated one.

"Sir, these are school grounds and training grounds. Please keep your horses inside your respected fence. Our students could have been hurt. Take your horses and leave," Mr. Zyaire announced to my father.

The horse assisted me to my feet. I didn't even realize that I fell back until I could finally get a grip on my fear. My heart beat like a drum. I had to use the horse to hold myself up. My knee was messed up. I couldn't stand on my own, and that was pathetic.

"Sylvie, tend to Sam!" Mason called out. My father's electric blue eyes snapped to mine. He sucked in a breath. A pure black horse with a wavy mane jogged over, hopping the fence.

Another horse, an all light brown horse with white rings above all of it's hoves but it's back right hoof followed behind.

The black one was Sylvie's horse named Eclipse. I caught the long, wavy, red hair of my roommate. Where? On the saddle of the giant brown horse.

"Woah, Cheruton," Amara called out. The brown horse paused beside me. "Have a nice second day of school?" she grinned.

I scoffed, "Yup. Best second day of school in my entire life."

"Let's go get your knee checked out. It looks like it's out of place," Sylvie observed. The dark brown horse who saved my life, reared, neighing in anger, making the other two back off. I could sense untrust or fear - maybe even protectiveness. He landed only to rear once more before finally settling on the ground.

"It's okay, boy. I'll let you give me a ride there. Sound good?" I soothed. His deep brown eyes were filled with worry and doubt.

"And how do you plan on getting on a giant horse without a saddle and a broken leg?" Amara teased.

"Let's just say I come from a long bloodline of riders." I rested my hands on my partner's back. "I need you to stay still. Don't move around too much," I whispered to the horse. He neighed, shaking his head. I pushed up, putting all my weight on my arms throwing my left leg, my non-injured leg, over his back settling down on his back. "And that, ladies and gents, is how you mount a horse without a saddle and with a broken leg."

Her gaze. It tickled my skin. I looked beyond Amara to her. To Abi. Her hair ran down to her shoulder blades in waves. It was a brown faded to a blonde mixed with the brown, finally fading into the pure blond. Her brown orbs took in my appearance.

In contrast, my straight, brown hair cascaded down to my lower back, and I had warm brown eyes. I also had a more natural tan and freckles where she had paler skin.

"Follow me," Sylvie announced, snapping me from the trance. I blinked, looking away from her captivating eyes.

"Sam!" Dad yelled. I cringed at his voice. "Who enrolled you here?" There was venom in his tone, and he had ice in his veins.

"I did. Not that it really matters to you."

"Sam-"

"I have to go. Come on, Boy." I clicked my tongue twice, and he followed after Sylvie and Amara.

"Who's he?" Amara questioned.

"My father. We have a negative history that I'd like to stay in the past," I said.

"Then what's his name?" My eyes met hers in confusion. She rolled her eyes dramatically but still smiled. "The horse. He clearly hates everyone but you. What are you going to name him?"

"I didn't think about a name. I just thought they all had names."

"Not all of them. For instance, this one's actually newer to us. He's only a few years old, though," Sylvie intervened. I hummed, watching his beauty as he walked. He's a gorgeous horse, no doubt about that.

"He has Stallion in him. At least that's what I think. I could be wrong, but with his build, there's no doubt he has at least a quarter of his genes that are Stallion. And, he's 5 years old, max."

"You know that much about a horse just by looking at them? Impressive. Miss. Sylvie...do you think I could learn to tell things like that just by looking at a horse?" Amara gushed.

"If your family comes from a successful bloodline of riders, like Sam's family, you would just learn it by watching family members do it. If you don't have that and/or are inexperienced with horses, it would take years upon years to learn it correctly," Sylvie explained.

"I think you can do it," I cut in, looking up at her. She gazed at me with a giant smile.

"Really?" she questioned.

"Yeah. You'd be able to learn it by the time you graduate if you're dedicated."

"I will do my best to make you proud, Underclassman. I will be someone you will one day look up to. Then, I'll move to Dallas and ride for their top team and go to Nationals."

"That's it!" I exclaimed, pulling parts of his hair back to stop my horse. The other two stopped as well, looking at me. "His name is Dallas!"