No one believed me when I told them my owner could fly, they all thought I was crazier then a nut whenever I brought up the strange fact. Not even the foals believed me after a while, listening as their parents told them about all the impossibilities of it, but it is indeed the truth. It was the fact that they had seen my owner then made it impossible for them to believe me, for she always hid her wings when she came to the stable where she had me boarded. It was hard for me to believe myself when I had first met her, when she had first taken me in.
Rejected I had been, by my own mother at that. She didn't want to have anything to do with me. I was an accidental foal, the result of when the stallion boarded had escaped into the field with some of the mares. This was at my birth stable, but that place was never my home, I barely remember it as it is. No, my home was with a woman named
Sakari. She took me in and soon became like a mother to me, bottle feeding me and taking care of me. I lived with her, far from the place of my birth, a place that was cold and vast, wild and free, but also very dangerous. The landscape was rough and untamed, and due to the habitat from whence my species came, I could not handle the cold. I had to be taken away, but she did not give me up. She came into the barn-like building I was in one night and tried to comfort me as she knew I was sad. "Believe me, I will visit as often as I can. With wings like mine I will be there in only a few short minutes." Soft brown wings spread out behind her as if growing from her back, surprising me. I faintly remembered them from my childhood, but she had not used them much since. I could not believe it until I nudged one of her wings with my nose, the feathers tickling and causing me to sneeze. She laughed as I shook my face and looked at her wings once again. "Don't worry, you will be going to a safe place."
My last day there, we went out on a ride. Luckily it was summer, and much warmer at that time then it was the rest of the year. I would be sent out before fall arrived, before the cold flew in from the icy north. It was the first time I ever witnessed her fly. She started out in the saddle on my back as we rode out towards the mountain valley that was over the rise, one of our favorite places. It seemed like a normal ride until the weight on my back shifted and vanished. I went to stop, but a shape flew over my head, wings spread out on either side. I could hear her laugh and she continued on, giving me a sneaky grin. I picked up the pace, running after her as she swerved across the sky above me. I called up to her, and she spun in midair. The wind in my mane, the freedom I felt in that moment, it made me completely forget that I was leaving this place, that I would be separated from my precious owner. I followed her from the ground bellow, following the path we had always taken when we came this way. I saw the shimmering water of the lake we normally visited, the lake that shimmered against the clear blue sky and reflected the mountains around it like a mirror. I ran down the slope and towards the shore of the lake. She flew over my head and across the lake, lightly touching her hand to the water and breaking up the crystal clear reflection into ripples of color. I watched in awe as she flew back towards me and landed before me on the shore. "I sure will miss you girl." her arms wrapped around my neck and I tilted my head in an attempt to hug her, nudging her closer.
The large stables were filled with horses of all kinds, most of them were rare and unusual breeds. There were others like me, Neteru Shadow Walkers. There was a strange sub-breed of Frisians called Khimaira Friesians, they almost seemed chimeric like I was, only that was a natural trait for them and not something extremely rare. There was Nile River Equines, though fewer of them along with the regular horses then there was of the two main breeds. I willingly entered the field and watched as my owner gave me one last wink before she walked away to speak with the owner. The others always tried to used logic to prove my stories false, especially when they noticed my owner get to the stable to visit faster then they thought possible. Helicopters, planes, boats and other ideas were all spewed out by my fellow herd members, but I stuck to my story all the same.
One day I would show them, one day I will prove to them that my story is indeed true...