Flamebound: Legacy

Flamebound: Legacy

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Sparkleap knows the stakes of the Stallion Trials, a yearly competition that tests the speed and agility of all two-year-old colts in his Herd. He will either be accepted into the Herd with celebration, exiled in shame, or slaughtered in cold blood. His bitterest enemy, the son of the Chief Stallion, is determined to win a place in their Herd and kill Sparkleap while he's at it. But when the headstrong colt turns up dead the morning of the Trials, Sparkleap begins to doubt the uneasy peace that has gripped the surrounding Herds for many seasons. When more and more horses are wounded by convenient accidents or turn up dead, Sparkleap knows there must be a saboteur in their midst. The only question is, what do they want? Will Sparkleap be able to stop them before it's too late?
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"I take an unsteady breath, pulling out my gun and twisting it over and over again in my hands, trying to find comfort. If I even remotely mess up this weekend, my horse is . . . oh God, what'll they do to her? Hurt her? Kill her? Would I be able to do anything to stop them? What - when - how- I stop my hands, drop the gun on my bed and enter my closet. I find a simple lavender dress that flairs at the hips and twirls when I walk or spin. I slip my gun into the pocket Dana sowed into the dress for that exact purpose. I look at myself in the mirror, then throw my dad's jacket over it. I stare at my reflection. My dull brown hair. Bizarre eyes. Zero curves or any sort of appealing body shape. Mother has nothing to worry about. No boy would ever find a girl like me attractive. I don't stand a chance." For Mute - Revised, the plotline and characters are almost exactly the same as in Mute, but this is rewritten and includes more personality. If this piece is continued then I will add the same continuation(s) to both works. Thank you, and enjoy!

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