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The Pegasus on the Mantle

Published by • Apr 1st, 2008 • Category: Fiction, Loft Book Club Favorites

by Angelica, age 13

1st Place RibbonSelah strode past the fireplace in the living room. She stopped and reached up to stroke the pearl statuette of a Pegasus on the mantle. It’s moon-colored wings were fully spread, it’s hind feet were on the ground, and it’s forelegs were outstretched, as if it wanted to fly but the ground held it captive. She had loved the figurine ever since she was a little girl. No one knew where it came from; her mother had found it in the attic of the house they rented. It had just been lying there, all covered in dust. Selah had loved it so much that her mother had asked the landlord if she could keep it. He had agreed. Selah smiled, and walked away.

The wind howled and the branches of the tree outside Selah’s window rubbed together and hit the side of the house. The thudding and creaking woke her up at midnight. She looked sleepily out the window, and was surprised when she saw that the moon was huge and full, shining brightly into her room. That’s funny, she thought. The calendar said the moon was only in it’s second phase tonight! Oh well, they can’t be right all the time, and she crawled out of bed. She gave a small yelp as her feet touched the freezing wooden floor. She shoved her feet into her fuzzy slippers, snatched her robe, and maneuvered down the stairs, avoiding the creaky spots which would wake up the whole house if she stepped on them.

Selah yawned and rubbed her eyes as she stumbled into the kitchen. She was just making herself a mug of hot chocolate when she stopped stirring and looked puzzled. She just remembered that she hadn’t seen the pegasus on the mantle when she’d passed it. She walked back into the living room and stared at the mantle. The pegasus was gone. Huh! That’s odd, she thought. Maybe mom took it to wash, or something… but Selah had a feeling this wasn’t true. Mom had washed it three days ago. Well, I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for it. After all…

She was cut off as she heard a strange noise outside. Not being a scaredy-cat, she quickly walked to the front door and opened it quietly. Glancing around, she saw nothing at first, but as her eyes adjusted to the dark she saw something that made her heart beat faster. She pinched herself, for there, circling around the oak tree in the yard, was a horse with wings — moon-colored ones. It gave a silvery, magical neigh as it circled lower, until it’s pearly hooves touched the ground. It landed and cantered towards her, it’s mane and tail streaming behind it in the soft night breeze. It came to a smooth halt in front of her, it’s perfectly shaped ears pricked.

It was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. It was a pure, silvery white from wing to hoof. It’s mane and tail, like magical waterfalls, cascaded down and brushed the ground. She was sure she was dreaming. Well, if I’m dreaming, anything is possible, she thought. So with a shaking hand, she reached out and stroked it’s smooth skin. It bent it’s lovely head towards her, and it’s soft, velvety muzzle brushed her hand, as if it was saying ‘Go on, don’t stop!’ She shivered with delight as it’s wing smoothed her dark hair. Suddenly, she felt a great urge to climb onto it’s back, and to have it fly with her — fly to wherever it came from. As she prepared herself to jump onto it’s back, it gave a small rear, tumbling her gently to the ground. It looked at her, not reproachfully or angrily as she had expected, but understandingly. Selah suddenly felt that she, too, understood. She stood back up as the Pegasus began to gallop. Around and around, until it gave a great leap, and sailed into the air, floating like a hawk. It flew higher and higher, until it circled the moon. Then, in a great burst of light, it vanished. She stared after it for what seemed like hours, completely in awe. Finally, overcome with sleepiness, she stumbled back up the creaky stairs and into her bed.

When she woke up the next morning, it was still dark out. She sat straight up with a gasp, as she remembered the events of last night. Throwing off the covers, she ran down the stairs and into the living room, half expecting the pegasus to still be there, and for it all to have been a dream. She stared at the mantle. The pegasus was gone.

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The next night she was restless. She hadn’t known how to explain the missing statuette to her parents, so she had told them she had lost it. Which was true, really. She had absolutely no idea where it was. She put on her slippers, this time BEFORE her feet touched the ground, and went downstairs. She looked out the window, hoping she would see the pegasus again. When she didn’t, she opened the front door and went outside. She put an apple on the ground, hoping to lure him to her. She waited. And waited. And waited some more. Finally she sighed. “Yeah, as if something like a Pegasus is going to want an apple.”

But there she was mistaken, for as she went to go inside, she heard a sound like the flapping of wings. She turned in time to see the Pegasus swoop down and pick up the apple. She grinned. Selah wouldn’t have believed it were true, if someone else had told her that a pegasus had visited them in the night. Now, she felt as if she would believe anything. She slowly walked towards it. The pegasus stretched out its wings and walked a few steps towards her. She looked warily at it. Should she try it again? She walked closer, till she was close enough to touch it, and tried again to mount it. It reared up again, this time so far it nearly fell backwards. She fell to the grass, then ran a little ways away, shaking. She closed her eyes, expecting to see it gone when she opened them again. Instead, it was standing there looking at her. It trotted to her and dropped the apple at her feet. She bent down to pick it up, and was startled to find that it felt completely different. She walked out of the shadow of the house into the moonlight, and gasped. The apple was not rosy red any more, it was the same color as the pegasus. She looked up at the pegasus. “Thank you,” she whispered. Pegasus nickered, and she could have sworn it had said, “You’re welcome”. It began to gallop in circles again, getting faster and faster, and then it was gone. She looked up, and sure enough, it was circling the moon. She sighed, ashamed that she had tried to mount it, but at the same time, she was almost sad that it had refused to let her. But deep down, she was glad it hadn’t. For no one rides a pegasus.

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Selah never saw the pegasus again. Eventually she grew up and got married. She had five children, three girls and two boys, but she never forgot the pegasus. How could she, when she had the silver apple on the mantle above the fireplace?

One night, Selah’s mom and dad were getting into bed. “Dear, do you know what happened to that pearl pegasus statuette we used to have on the mantle?” Selah’s mom asked her dad.

“No, I don’t! Why?”

“Just wondering. It was Selah’s, wasn’t it? “

“Yes, dear, I believe it was.”

“Well, she probably got tired of it and threw it away. “

“Yes, she probably did.”

That same night, Selah was tucking her daughter Luna into bed. “Goodnight, dear. Sweet dreams!”

Selah closed the door, and was just crawling under the covers when Luna came running in. “Mommy! Mommy! I saw a horsey outside my window! With WINGS! Honest, mommy, I did! It was all white, and it had BIG wings, and it was FLYING!!!”

Selah smiled knowingly. “I’m sure you did, Luna. I’m sure you did.”

The End

Read the sequel and June 2008 Judge for Yourself winner The Pegasus in the Picture

2 Nickers »

  1. That was a very good story! You inspired me a lot.


  2. Angelica, your stories about unicorns and pegasus are very imaginative and well-written. I look forward to reading more from you. Thanks for your contributions to the GHC Loft!