The Forgotten Soul

The Forgotten Soul

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In this "mythical" world, many people believed that horses were meant for riding. That they were just animals, beasts, and even uncontrollable animals. Though not here, where there are such things called "horse-shifters." Just like a werewolf, horse-shifters shifted into horses whenever they felt like it, or when their instinct kicked in. 18 year old Aleta Mörker as a human, and 3 year old Autumn Spirit as her horse, travel through things that both forms least expect. Being captured, becoming the unthinkable, and doing the unthinkable, changes her life dramatically. Though not just one event changes everything, but something she least expects. Finding her other half, who is also a horse-shifter, even though she should be the last one standing. Continue to read to find out how everything unravels in this "mythical" world.
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Have you ever experienced the wind flapping through your mane and forelock as you gallop through vast plains and over rocky slopes? Have you ever known what freedom feels like, knowing that it isn't free? Of course you haven't. You aren't a horse-shifter like me. Well that so called freedom can be taken away any second of any day. In the blink of an eye, and you probably won't even know it. But I do. It happened to me. Like yesterday, when I was caught by the people that run the Wild Mustang Round Up. It isn't a beautiful sight. But I am. My coat, black as night, red as fire in sunlight. My mane, dark as coal, wild as the wind. My tail, as dark as ebony, that can't be tamed. My spirit? Ha, it is as wild as wild can be. I. Can. Not. Be. Tamed.

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