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Nightmare: Chapter 8

Published by • Jan 19th, 2010 • Category: Fiction, Loft Book Club Favorites

by Findabhair Blacksgote, age 14

“Melora!” Fiala shouted, running up the mahogany stairs in the house. “Melora!”

She impatiently knocked on her sister’s door.

“What?” Melora exclaimed.

“The Nightmare’s here! Come and see her!” Fiala blurted. “She needs to be brushed and—”

“Is it dangerous?” Melora interrupted.

“No she’s not!” Fiala assured her. She changed tactics and began acting exactly as a little sister should. “Please, Melora!” she begged. “There haven’t been any horses here for ages! You haven’t come to the stables with me forever!”

“Alright!” Melora relented. “I just have to change into something else.” She looked down at the red dress she was wearing and grimaced.

Fiala laughed and rushed back downstairs. On the way out she grabbed a brush box and didn’t slow until she reached the stables.

She clucked to the Nightmare and presented the brush box to her so that she could see they weren’t scary. When the mare was satisfied that the brushes weren’t about to sprout fangs and jump on her, Fiala began to curry the blue-black coat vigorously.

In truth, Melora had been a very good older sister, especially seeing as she was nearly eighteen. Fiala knew lots of girls at that age who were more interested in marriage and clothes. She hadn’t realized just how special Melora was until one day she turned down a marriage proposal from a very nice and rich young man because she had wanted to stay and help Jan with the inn.

Fiala hummed as she smoothed the Nightmare’ coat. Melora stepped in, wearing a plain brown dress.

Together they brushed the mare’s mane and tail, and washed her legs, which were slightly muddy from the walk down the village road.

“She looks like she came out of one of grandmama’s stories,” Melora noted.

“She does,” Fiala agreed, admiring the Nightmare’s shining coat.

“Girls!” Jan called. “I’ve called a meeting and they want to see the thing!”

Fiala led the Nightmare out of her stall and to the patch of grass behind the house that served as the village’s meeting place.

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Editor’s Note: Nightmare was first published at GHC in the former Loft Book Club, and was a finalist in our monthly Judge for Yourself competition in January 2007.