Florin had always liked horses. If you live in a orphanage it`s hard to take lessons. Usually are all horse farms and stalls out of the town. There was one stable where the girl still could go. She couldn`t ride there but she helped to keep the stall clean. Florin had nearly finished her work when she saw a beautiful black horse. He was not a big horse. He had a beautiful white marking on his face. "Excuse me, what is the name of the black horse in the stable," asked Floriin. "Star, besides, he`s for sale," said Katherine (trainer).