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Valley of the Stars

Published by • Sep 12th, 2009 • Category: 2009 Fiction Competition Winners

2ND PLACE, 13-17 Age Groupby Tasha, age 14

“Honestly, must you always get yourself into trouble?”

“But I-”

“No buts. Quiet down while I try and get these burrs and weeds from your tail.”

The young grullo colt obeyed, his long, young ears flopping to the sides of his head in submission. His mother angrily plucked debris from his now scraggly black-tipped tail, mumbling to herself about how foals could be such a hoof-full.

Along with a various array of rubbish in his tail, the young colt also had mud splattered over his coat, as well as a few scratches. His four white socks were nearly invisible beneath the mud. This, in turn, only made his chestnut mother more furious. The only thing that seemed clean on her foal was his pink nose and white blaze.

“Cirrus, for the last time, do not go galloping around like a mad hare. You know that we’re not supposed to wander around,” his mother, named Firefly, scolded.

Cirrus lowered his head a little more, clearly asking for forgiveness.

“Surry mama. I won’ wander again,” the young colt replied in foal-speech.

Sighing, Firefly finished picking out the last burr from her son’s tail and managed a slight smile. It was easy to forgive Cirrus; he was, at least most of the time, sincere with his apologies.

“Alright, but don’t you forget that wandering is forbidden. Stay within sight of the herd, and keep your senses on the alert,” Firefly told her colt, her anger now spent.

Cirrus nodded in understanding, then awkwardly galloped off on his spindly legs toward the only other foal in the group. She was a filly, a little older than Cirrus, and everyone in the herd called her Clue. She was a vibrant painted palomino, her coat a gold that shined even in the dimmest light. She had one white stocking, and on all other legs she has small white socks. A simple spot of white emblazoned her forehead, but most of the time her ivory forelock covered it. She also had small splashes of white across her body as well. She wasn’t as mischievous as Cirrus, but she was a good playmate nonetheless.

As Firefly watched the foals play as she grazed, the herd’s lead stallion stood on a small, grassy knoll, keenly watching his herd and the surrounding grassland. He was a handsome stallion, a deep blue roan with many flecks of black speckling his hide. He had the traditional markings of a roan; black stockings, mane and tail, as well as a black mask. His eyes were a stunning green, almost unsettling. His eyes often strayed to his mate and lead mare, Firefly. However, ever since she had had Cirrus, her duties had been revoked. Now, he was the main commander of the herd. Everyone respected him, and admired him as well. He was a strong warrior, and they all knew he would protect them no matter what the cost. He was known to all as Noss.

In all, there were six horses in his herd. Along with Apache, Clue, Firefly and himself, there were two other horses; Skysong, the herd’s Healer, and Lark, a beautiful paint mare. Skysong was the only human-bred horse in the herd; she was a purebred Friesian, her coat black as night. She had deep brown eyes, which were always caring. Her mane and tail were long and wavy, also black. The only white marking on her was a small crescent moon on her forehead.

Lark, on the other hand, was a painted mustang mix, her coat splashed with black and white. Two white stockings marked her front legs, and her right hind leg was totally engulfed with the color. Her belly was also the color of snow, as well as her face. Her eyes were an eerie blue, as blue as the sky itself. Two white patches also dotted her neck.

She was the one horse that stood out the most out of the herd; her two tones also helped her keep camouflaged, at least in the trees. Right now, though, her white was like a beacon to predators.

However, Noss would never allow anything to harm his herd.

And it seemed, at that very moment, he would have to prove that fact true. A cougar, pelt blending perfectly with the yellowed grasses, was stalking stealthily and silently through it.

It was headed straight toward the defenseless foals, who were completely unaware of the extreme danger they were now in.

Noss, instantly detecting the big cat’s presence, lifted his head in alarm and fury. Green eyes narrowing to near slits, he bared his teeth and bellowed a war cry unlike any ever heard. Every horses head shot up in fear and dismay, and Firefly cried out to her young ones.

The roan stallion charged down the slope of the hillock he had been standing upon, his muscles rippling. His ears were pinned flat against his skull, and his teeth were parted in yet another war cry.

Cirrus and Clue, now realizing with cold dread what was happening, began to flee toward their mothers, not knowing that they were luring the cougar even closer to the main herd.

The mountain lion snarled viciously and pelted after Cirrus, the younger and slower of the two foals.

Just as it was preparing itself for the final pounce, Noss came barreling into the beast, growling like a mountain lion himself.

The cat was flung to the right, startled and enraged at the same instant. After landing with an ungraceful thud in the dust, it rose back to its paws, lethal claws unsheathed and canines bared.

Noss betrayed no fear, and squared himself for the fight.

The cat hissed, and then lunged at the roan stallion. Noss was prepared, and deftly dodged the cat’s attack. As it passed him, Noss swung around and landed a blow to the lion’s ribs with his hind hooves. The cat was once again thrown sideways, and as it soared through the air, the lion let out a sound that a mixture of fury and a cry of pain. Landing on its injured side, it lay motionless on the ground.

Noss, not wanting to take any chances, cautiously stepped toward the cat. It was still alive.

Snorting, Noss tossed his head. “That should teach you not to mess with my herd, or me,” he said, voice deep with anger.

The only reply he received was an equally angry hiss, and the cat staggered to its paws and painfully pelted off back toward the faraway mountain range.

Noss watched it go, and as he did, saw it slow as it put a reasonable distance between itself and the herd. Obviously, Noss had to have given it a nasty bruise, or even broken a rib. Noss snorted triumphantly at the thought, black tail swishing in victory.

One less mountain cat to deal with.

Turning to his herd, he noticed with surprise that he has been injured as well; a deep gash scored his flank, and a small scratch stung his shoulder. He had been so occupied with the battle that he hadn’t felt the cat’s claws slash his hide.

The full pain was now settling, and the gash on his flank was also beginning to throb. Blood trickled down it in steady streams, staining the short fur around it and the dust beneath him.

Grunting, but not giving in to the pain, he limped toward Skysong. To his slight surprise, she was already rushing toward him, herbs in her teeth. Worry was clearly evident in her voice as she spoke.

“Are you all right?” she asked, looking at him with eyes wide.

Noss managed a pained smile. “I will be with your help,” he rasped.

Skysong smiled slightly at the lead stallion’s trust in her. She quickly set to work, dabbing cobwebs on the wound to soak up the blood. To her relief, it didn’t take long for the blood to stop flowing. To keep out infection, Skysong chewed one of her special herbs and spat it on the leaves at the end of a stick. She then picked up the end of the branch and proceeded to rub the green paste on his wounds.

Noss relaxed as the herb did its job; it soothed the cuts, and made them seem like they never existed. The only thing that Noss could feel was a very dull pain in the wound on his flank.

“Go rest; Lark and I will keep watch,” Skysong said in a tone that made Noss not want to argue.

Thanking her, he walked with a slight limp to the only tree and pond in the entire area. Grunting, he let his legs fold beneath him and he gratefully slid to the soft grass below, the constant shade from the tree keeping it from drying out.

Within moments, Noss was in a light sleep, still alert for any predators, just in case. He knew Skysong and Lark were very good warriors, even though they were mares. He believed that strength could be obtained by any horse if they work for it.

With his herd in good care, he unintentionally fell even deeper into slumber, getting rest he hadn’t had for many days.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Noss awoke with a start to find the sun just touching the horizon. The sky had magnificent shades of pinks, oranges, and purples, as well as the clouds. The heat of the afternoon sun had long gone, and now the air was a comfortable temperature.

However, Noss was coated in a thin layer of sweat, and was obviously shaken. He looked around, seeing that most of the others were either asleep or dozing. His eyes flitted to Skysong, who had also just awoken. She seemed to be in the same state of being as him.

Rising to his hooves, and grunting as he did so, he quietly called to the Healer. Skysong looked toward him, and quickly got to her own hooves. She was standing next to him in a matter of moments.

“What is it?” she asked quietly, concern in her eyes and expression, but also an air of knowing. It seemed that she already knew what he was about to say.

“I had… a very odd dream.”

Skysong flicked her tail. “So did I.”

A feeling of unease crept through the both of them. Skysong fidgeted slightly before continuing.

“What exactly was your dream about?”

Noss took a breath before continuing. “Well, it began here. Everything was peaceful, the grasslands undisturbed. Then, humans began to travel here. More and more often they came, and soon began chasing and throwing ropes at us. Eventually, one by one, we were picked off like an owl snatches a mouse. Once one of us was caught, we never saw or heard from that horse again.”

Pausing to see if Skysong understood, he saw her nod her head grimly.

Shifting his weight with tension, Noss continued.

“But then, the dream skipped to us traveling very far from here. The weather was harsh, and most of us believed that we would not make it to some unknown destination. Suddenly, the dream skipped some more to a beautiful valley. The grass grew green and lush, and purple and white flowers covered most of one side. A waterfall fell near the center, and the whole valley was surrounded by trees.

But, most striking of all was the sky. Thousands of stars glittered like fireflies, making the valley seem as if it were day. And then the dream ended.”

Skysong nodded once again. “I had the same dream… I think it’s a message of some sort from our ancestors in Sky Herd.”

Noss was taken aback. He swished his tail nervously before replying. “Its meaning?”

“A great danger is coming to these plains. If we wish to continue living free, we must travel to this valley. If we do not, we will either be captured by humans, or possibly killed by them.”

Noss heaved a great sigh, and weariness crept into his expression.

“When should we begin the journey, and what direction should we head?”

Skysong paused, clearly thinking hard. After a long moment, her eyes lifted to meet his.

“We must begin our travels tomorrow, at dawn, and we must head east,” she said flatly.

Noss sighed once more, the weight of his knowledge bearing down on him. His herd had two futures; stay and perish, or travel to a distant valley and risk everything to continue living free.

Once choice, even though it could be disastrous, outshined the other.

That choice was freedom.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The next morning, Noss, standing side-by side with Skysong, delivered the grim news. The news startled the herd, and it took much convincing from both Noss and Skysong to make the herd believe that if they did not depart this small valley, they would lose their freedom, and possibly their lives.

Clue spoke up, clearly not wanting to make a lengthy journey over some vision. Her mother, Lark, had obviously been wondering the same thing.

“What if it was just a dream? Then we’d be traveling to a place that may not even exist, and we’d surely die anyway.”

Noss snorted, stressed that the herd refused to understand.

“Please, Clue, trust me. I promise I’m not making this up. Skysong had the same dream; clearly it’s a warning, and the only one we’ll receive.”

The palomino filly paused, thinking Noss’s words over. Her trust in her leader was not easily shaken. Looking back up to her leader, she nodded her assent.

Noss nodded in return, then set his gaze to all of the herd members. “We leave at dawn, tomorrow. We will be heading east, toward the mountains,” he said loudly, so all could hear.

Unease pricked through every horse’s pelt. There were many predators on the rocky slopes, and danger lurked in every hoof fall. Luckily, all of them except the foals had practice trekking through mountains; they had done so to get to their current home.

The foals would learn quickly; sure-footedness was in their blood.

The herd announcement made, they all set to grazing until their bellies were full, and drinking until their thirst was thoroughly quenched. No horse knew if there would be water or grass along the way, and made a good choice in preparing themselves now rather than later.

Even the foals, now just old enough to eat grass, were grazing rather than playing.

Noss, his wounds feeling much better since Skysong had put the herbs on them, was standing on his lookout knoll grazing. Fear pricked at the edge of his mind; Clue did have a point. What if the dream had been simply that?

The roan stallion shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind.

If it were just a simple dream, it would have only been him who had had it, not both himself and Skysong.

Sighing for what seemed the hundredth time that day, he took one last nibble of grass and walked to his sleeping spot under the tree. As he passed Lark along the way, he asked if she would mind keeping watch.

“Of course not. You need your rest,” she replied.

Noss thanked her, then came to a halt in the soft grass beneath the tree. He gratefully lay down, and closed his eyes to doze.

As his eyes closed, a jolt of fear shot through him, and lingering question formed in his mind.

Even if the valley was a real place, would he and his herd even make it there?

* * * * * * * * * * *

It had been many days since Noss’s herd began their journey. Luckily, they hadn’t run into any trouble as of yet, and there was plenty of forage. Every so often, they had come across a small creek or pond, and gratefully drank from them.

Every day brought them closer and closer to the mountains.

Lark and Firefly, being the two most surefooted mares in the herd, had been preparing their foals for the Great Climb, as their mothers had called it. They taught the foals how to balance themselves over any rocky areas they passed on their expedition, and also taught them where and how to place their hooves.

The foals, thinking it was a fun game, learned quickly how to navigate even the rockiest of slopes.

The mares were pleased with their foal’s progress, but they still continued to train them. No horse knew for sure what was ahead of them, and this only made them more anxious. But, their trust in their leader was strong, and it seemed that this was the only thing that kept them from turning back.

It wasn’t long before the mountains began to tower above the horses. Not long ago, they had only seemed like small rocky hills. They were now very large indeed, and even the
experience climbers felt a bit daunted.

Clue and Cirrus, never before seeing anything as large as these natural wonders, gazed in awe at their size. Firefly constantly had to gain her foal’s attention; he was paying so much attention to the mountains that he didn’t care where his hooves fell.

Scolding him for not paying attention and reminding him of the importance of keeping his wits about him, Cirrus turned his attention back to the now rocky path they were traveling on, swerving side to side like a snake.

Clue had been keenly aware of her surroundings the entire time, and was the first to notice an odd scent on the breeze. “Hey… do you smell that?” she quietly asked her mother.

Surprised, Lark lifted her velvet nose to the wind and flared her nostrils. Sure enough, there was a scent on the breeze. As if in unison, the others horses caught the scent as well, and all recognized it well.

There were other horses here.

None of them were completely positive on the exact number of other equines that were on this path, but all of them agreed that there were at least two. And, as Noss scented more carefully, it seemed to be a mare and stallion. This knowledge irritated Noss slightly; other stallions could mean a threat to himself, and his herd. But, he would make the final decision to either let the other stallion join his herd, or chase him off.

Within moments, the pair came into sight. Noss had been correct in finding out that there were only two horses.

And, to his dismay, there was a stallion; and a large one, to boot. Clearly, he wasn’t of native decent; he was a human-bred horse, like Skysong. Even more odd was that Skysong and the stallion looked nearly alike. The only difference between the two was size and markings. This stallion had only a white speck on his forehead, but it was almost permanently covered in long, wavy forelock.

Noticing Noss, the Friesian lifted his head and pricked his ears. Stomping a great, feathered hoof, the opposing stallion glided down the foothill, his long mane and tail streaming.

The mare, an attractive dapple grey with a silver mane and tail, followed the obsidian stallion not far behind.

The Friesian came to a halt in front of Noss, a challenging air about him. His amber eyes narrowed, and then he spoke. “What businesses have you in these mountains?” he asked in a deep, rumbling tone. He tossed his head to clear his forelock from his eyes.

Noss, undaunted, replied calmly and bluntly, “We are traveling through these mountains to a valley beyond. A lush valley, filled with grass, and thousands of stars that glitter in the sky. Do you know of it?”

The stallion, surprised, nodded.

“Yes… It seems we have been traveling to the same place, my friend. My territory was destroyed by humans and their metal creatures. The humans captured all of my herd members, except for me and my good friend, Piper. We were told of a large valley that could support many horses, and we are heading there ourselves, seeking refuge.”

Noss was just as surprised as the black stallion.

“Well, if you promise you will not attempt to challenge me, I don’t see why we cannot travel together.”

The stallion tucked his head slightly to his chest and lowered it slightly, a gesture that meant he would keep to his word. “I promise to not cause any trouble. I only seek a peaceful new home, as does Piper.”

Noss nodded, then began to introduce himself and his herd.

“I am Noss, and the chestnut mare behind me if Firefly. My son, Cirrus, stands beside her. The painted mare is Lark, and beside her is her filly, Clue. The black mare is Skysong, our Healer.”

At the mention of Skysong’s name, the other Friesian raised his head high and pricked his ears in genuine surprise and happiness.

“I haven’t seen you in years!” he exclaimed, hazel eyes widening.

Every horse, including Piper, turned to the Healer to see her reaction.

At first, she was taken aback and confused. After a moment though, recognition sparked in her soft brown eyes.

“Rio? Is that really you?” Skysong asked incredulously. Standing before her was her brother, whom she had not seen since the barn fire that had set them free many years ago.

The stallion nodded, smiling. “It’s so good to see you again. It’s truly a relief to know you’re okay,” he said, joy in his voice. It seemed very odd indeed that a stallion could so suddenly show his soft side.

Noss, assured that the stallion would not cause trouble, noticed that their meeting had cost them valuable daylight, and therefore traveling time.

“Sorry to cut your reunion party short, but we need to get moving again. You can walk next to Skysong and talk along the way if you wish.”

Rio, flicking his ears apologetically, moved past Noss and came to a halt next to his sister. Piper followed close behind her companion, clearly not very talkative. After pausing a moment, Noss took a step forward.

“Let’s go, everyone. We still have a long way to go,” he called over his shoulder.

And with that, their flight to freedom continued onward.

* * * * * * * * * * *

It took quite a while to trek across the rocky mountain paths, but the herd made it to the other side of the mountain range without too much difficulty. The only problem that had arisen was that Piper had gotten a stone lodged in her hoof, and hadn’t told anybody until it had given her a fair amount of pain.

This had caused the herd to slow considerably, but it also helped to keep their energy levels high enough to keep moving. There was plenty of water from mountain streams, but food was very scarce. What they could find, they divided fairly between themselves so no horse got more than his or her share. The only two that might have gotten a bit more forage were the foals.

By the time the dull colors of the mountains began turning more and more green, the herd started to get very excited indeed.

After passing along a sharp bend around some rather large boulders, the herd came to a dead halt.

Before them, three wolves stood, all a stone grey color except one; the pack’s leader, a large male, was black as night, yellow eyes gleaming with hunger and excitement. His ribs, along with his followers and the horses before him, stood out against the rest of his body, a clear indicator that he wanted food, and soon.

Noss, rage sparking like fire in his eyes, stepped forward with his ears flat and teeth bared. Within moments, the roan stallion was sided by the equally powerful presence of Rio, who was in better condition to fight.

The wolves tensed, and began to snarl viciously. The black wolf advanced in an ark toward Noss, while the two others circled to face Rio. As they two grey wolves came closer to him, Rio threw his head and snorted, his breath clouding in the cold mountain air.

Clearly, the grey pair was intimidated by Rio’s large hooves and heavily muscled body, and hesitated before lunging.

Bellowing a war-cry in unison, the two stallions charged their opponents with full force. It didn’t take long for Rio to change one of the grey wolf’s minds about attacking him, but the other was much more persistent. It lunged quickly, then launched itself onto the Friesian’s shoulders. Rio squealed in pain as the wolf clamped its jaws on his withers, and he began to buck and throw his weight around, trying to rid himself of the creature.

After a few moments, the wolf was flung into the ground, and lay stunned for a moment. Then it slowly got to its paws and growled at Rio, trying its luck once more.

The black stallion bared his teeth, and stomped his hind hoof. It made a clacking noise that echoed around the mountainside, and the horse hoped it would make the wolf think twice.

But, to the Friesian’s disappointment, it did not. The wolf was prepared, once more, to try and bring him down. It quickly lunged forward, and Rio was taken by surprise at its speed. It clamped its jaws around his front leg, and Rio let out an angered cry.

His head snaked downward, and he closed his own jaws on the wolf.

It let go of his leg with a yelp, and found itself thrown toward the direction its companion had fled earlier. It quickly followed, to Rio’s relief.

Rio snorted triumphantly, but his victory was not long-lived. Blood trickled down his shoulder, and leg, and the smell of blood made him feel sick. Blocking out the scent, he turned to see if Noss was having as good luck at chasing away the wolves as he had.

To his dismay, he was not. Both predator and prey were tired, and many open gashes and cuts were scattered across Noss’s body. To Rio’s slight relief, none were too serious, but it was undoubtedly causing the older stallion pain.

Just as the black wolf was about to lunge for the final blow, Rio painfully launched himself into it, throwing it off balance. Twisting in midair, it clamped its jaws down on Rio’s crest, not in a hurry to let go.

Blowing with exertion, Rio lurched forward, shifting his weight onto the wolf as he crashed down onto the rock-strewn path. He angled his neck so that the wolf had to let go of him, or risk breaking its jaw.

To Rio’s relief, the wolf’s teeth left his neck right as they hit the ground. It was pinned a moment under the stallion’s weight, and as Rio got back up, it jumped to its paws.

Turning his hind end toward the wolf, prepared to kick with all he had, the wolf got the message. Try once more to down this horse, or any of them, it was dead.

Growling in defeat, it slunk away in the direction its companions had earlier, and was never spotted again, to the relief of every horse.

The battle over, Rio limped over to Noss. He was breathing hard, but seemed okay. Still, Rio wanted to be sure.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice cracking with fatigue.

Noss nodded weakly. “I think I’ll be okay. You?”

Rio also nodded, but did not speak.

The two stallions stood quietly while Skysong rushed forward, cobwebs and herbs clenched in her teeth. As the two had been fighting, she had been smart enough to gather what she needed to care for any injuries.

She had remembered seeing a mountain stream earlier along the way, and had found plenty of the healing herbs she needed, as well as cobwebs.

As she dabbed the webs onto Noss’s and Rio’s injuries, Skysong decided to help calm them.

“Don’t worry you two; you’ll be fine. Relax.”

Noss had been holding his breath with anticipation; we did not truly know the extent of his wounds until that moment. Skysong chuckled to herself as she saw that her brother had visibly relaxed.

“Just be careful about your leg, Rio. I don’t want the wound opening back up,” she added, and her brother nodded in understanding.

After smearing that last of the poultice on her brother’s and leader’s injuries, she nodded to them to tell them she was finished. They both smiled in thanks, and her brother rested his head over her neck in a horsey hug.

After taking a break, Noss decided it was time to continue; their long journey was almost over.

“Let’s keep moving; we’re almost there. I at least want to make it to the forest down there so we can rest fully tonight. Obviously, it’s been a long day.”

Every horse getting into position, Noss at the front, they began the decent down the mountain and into the pine grove below.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The herd awoke fully rested the next morning. Noss had posted lookouts around the group through the night, so that every horse would be protected. Noss had set up a system for the sentries; if one horse got tired, another would be asked to take their place. Therefore, everyone had at least some rest.

Stretching, Noss flicked his tail and felt much better than he had the previous day. After eating some of the grass that had managed to grow here, he noticed his mouth was rather dry. Telling Firefly that he needed a drink, just in case trouble arose again, he headed toward where he had seen a creek running from the mountain.

Sure enough, he came across it, and it was considerably larger in the forest than it had been up in the mountains. But, the water was still cool and fresh, and Noss drank gratefully from the creek’s bank.

Curiosity springing up inside him, he lifted his head, mouth dripping, and followed the creek deeper into the forest.

Before he left his original drinking spot, he scuffed a deep hole in the soft earth, so that he would not get lost on his way back.

As he followed the water’s flow, he began to hear a very odd noise; like a rumbling of the earth, only the earth was not trembling.

As he moved closer, the sound got louder and louder, but still quite a distance away. He looked beside him to the creek, and noticed it had deepened, and also sped up.

As if another horse had kicked him in the jaw, he realized with a jolt what lay ahead.

In no time flat, he raced back to his herd, ignoring the pain his wounds were causing. Snorting, he galloped as fast as he could to where his herd was bedded down.

All of the horses looked up in alarm as their leader came to a sliding stop in the center of the clearing. “This way; follow me,” Noss said, voice just above a whisper.

Every horses’ curiosity and excitement was sparked, and they followed their leader obediently through the trees.

It took much longer than Noss had previously thought to reach his destination. Rio obviously had to go slower than usual, so that his leg would not pain him too much. He was still visibly limping though, and Noss flinched. He knew his friend was in pain, but they had to keep moving. Piper seemed to be getting irritated by all of the exited whispers being exchanged by the others, and she hung near the back of the herd with Rio and his sister.

The sun was nearly set by the time the trees began to thin. Maples grew here along with the pins, along with other leafy trees. Ferns and grass soon began to replace pine needles, until the forest came to a sudden halt. Every horse stared in wonder at the scene before them; it was like nothing they had ever seen before.

A beautiful valley lay before them, slopes covered with tall green grasses. On the slope farthest from the herd, vibrant white daisies and purple lupines spread across it, making the vale even more striking. Farther down the hollow was the source of the thundering sound Noss had been hearing earlier in the day; a sparkling waterfall, its waters pooling in a large, deep basin below.

But, perhaps the most breath-taking sight of all was the sky.
The horses stood, eyes wide and mouths agape, at the painting above their heads. Thousands of stars glowed in the heavens, and the sun hadn’t even fully set yet. It made the whole vale seem like it was made of dreams; maybe it was. No horse really knew, only that they had found what they had been looking so very hard for.

A small voice broke the silence. It came from Skysong, who was still staring up at the skies above her. Every horse, still mesmerized, turned to her to listen.

“We made it…We finally made it to the Vale of Freedom… the Valley of the Stars.”

~The End~

8 Nickers »

  1. That was AMAZING!!!

  2. it was just like mustang23 said, ‘AMAZING!!!!’ it made me shiver with pleasure at the end…

  3. I like the part about the horses talking and everything. :)

  4. Thanks everyone! I’m glad you all like my story. :D

  5. ITS GREAT!!!!

  6. CHAMPION Story Tasha… when i read stories on here often about wild mustangs.. there usualy is some type of “Wild Cat” fight in the story.. as I noticed in yours. However your story puts alot of action and description into the moment.. Good on ya. =0)

    ~HF

  7. very good, Tasha. I am very happy that you wrote such a wonderful piece. Maybe, if you work REALLY hard, then if LeadMare opens up Roster positions for a JB, then maybe ya’ll become a junior blogger! fingers crossed! and btw, i LOVE the wild cat fight!

  8. i love stories from the horses’ point of view! they’re so fun to puzzle out!