One glance. Two pairs of eyes met. And in the space of a breath, two soulmates found each other.
When I first saw Ember galloping toward me, my world tilted and then straightened out so that I knew my life was not complete before and would never be the same again. In just the time it took to blink, I would never ever be the same again.
I knew I should look at the other horses. I knew they were as highly and carefully bred. I knew they were probably beautiful in their own way. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her golden red coat glistened in the sunlight. A delicate head with a slight dish set on a graceful neck. Her long legs ate up the ground wIth easy movements as if running faster than the other horses was too easy for her.
The other horses pranced and snorted. Some came to a standstill. Others walked slowly to the men with curiosity, ready to begin their training. But Ember? She kept running with her head held high, as if she were royalty surveying us. As if she was telling everyone that she would never be tamed or slowed.
I watched, unable to look away. And I knew one impossible thing that held no chance of ever happening. Ember was more valuable than all the houses in a small village, but I knew in the deepest fiber with utmost certainty…
Ember was my horse.
I won’t let some trainer whip her and break her.
I won’t let the wild stallion steal her away.
And I won’t let the wolves get her.
I’m not sure how yet, but I will move the whole world of Eltiria and shake the throne that Adoyni sits on to keep Ember safe.
"You have all the horses you could want! Why do you need another one?"
"These aren't my horses," Geona said. "They're fun to work with, but I just want a horse that is mine!"
But the answer was no. It was always no. So for a school assignment, Geona took a pen and wrote out what she imagined her adventure with her own horse would be like.
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