2 Mar


“My life is a lie, isn’t it?” Amy Taylor asked the Snow-White horse beside her.

 The mare nudged her head against her, comforting her. Her beautiful forelock falling over her face as she moved her head.

 Amy smiled, the loose, golden locks of hair framed her face as she felt happy for the first time today. She was free here, inside the stable. She did love this horse, more than anything.

 They had met at the Christmas Fair, where she noticed right away that this snow-white mare was being ill-treated.

 Amy remembered that day and prayed that nothing like that would come against them again.

 She, being only fourteen years old, and alone in the world, cherished this horse, and all the horses on this yard she called home. They were a release for her. They let her live. They let her breathe.


 Amy frowned in frustration. This always happens! She rolled her eyes.

 Time to get back to work.

 “Oh well,” She sighed, “I’ll come and see you after my chores.” She promised the horse.

 Amy Taylor NEVER made promises unless she could keep them. She knew that it was wrong to promise something, get someone’s trust and then just suddenly let them down.

 She had had that in her life. A LOT. Her parents were dead, had been dead a year and there was A LOT of things that Amy kept hidden inside of herself.

Things that no one knew. No one ever would. Well, apart from the animals.

Mist just stared at her, seemingly into her thoughts, her eyes like a gentle snowfall.

“I’ll be as quick as I can.” Amy promised, petting her nose gently. The horse watched her as she sighed and left the stable.


One Response to “Prolouge”

  1. danilocolourful March 2, 2013 at 4:03 pm #

    Cool!I love your story so far!Cool!

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