by jesdar16 » Fri Oct 07, 2016 11:21 am
Owner: jesdar16
Show Name: Sky's The Limit
Barn Name: Skye
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 years
Height: 16hh
Halter color: White
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Black
Story:
The wind whirled harshly over the large fenced meadow. Standing on slightly wobbly legs, the three-week old filly tottered towards her mother and pressed into the mare's welcoming embrace.
Come now my dear, it's time to go inside. The mare said gently, trotting away from her daughter towards the open gate where the farmers were standing. They called to the filly, whose attention was caught by a glimmering in the distance. Overhead the clouds gathered threateningly, and a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.
"We'd better leave em' out here." The older man said, pulling his hat down as a fat raindrop splashed on it. "This storm's gonna hit soon and if the filly won't come in, we won't be able to get the others in." He reasoned with his comrade.
"Well we can't just leave them out here! They'll get cold and wet!"
"They've got a barn. The mare's got sense, she'll move 'er foal into the shed. Come on now, we've gotta get the stallions in." The gate closed and the two farmers left, their boots leaving deep imprints in the muddy ground.
The mare turned back towards her foal, the wind picking up and whipping her mane and tail in the other direction. The filly still had her gaze fixed on the light.
Skye! Come now! The mare whinnied, but the wind carried her voice away. A flash of lightning split the sky and a thunderous roar shook the earth. The mare's ears folded downwards and she whinnied, rearing as the rain whipped her dark coat. When the thunder rolled to a stop, the filly's bright white patches were nowhere to be seen.
My foal! My foal! The mare screamed, breaking into a gallop and racing towards the darkest end of the paddock. The forest. The forest rose up, towering over the mare, the deep shadows flickering on the ground with each flash from the storm overhead. The tattered wooden fence, long in need of replacements, was torn and broken in one place. Just the right size for a foal. Or something worse. Her heart pounding, the mare trotted through the broken fence and disappeared into the darkness.
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Wh-where am I? Where's mamma? Where's the light? The filly's eyes were huge with fear and she moved slowly through the forest, flinching and jumping at every sound. The lightning flashed overhead, filling the forest with unearthly light for a single moment before everything fell to darkness again. Thunder crashed above her, shaking the very ground.
Rain began to pour down, crashing into the earth with a harsh pattering sound. It hit the trees, the leaves, the bushes, and even Skye. Wha-what is this p-place?
Why, you're in the forest of course!
A strange voice, smooth as silk, reached her ears. It was almost soothing, like the sound of her mother's voice. Her mother. She'd left her mother to follow the light. Where was the light?
Don't you see it? It's right there.
Her eyes were drawn to a spot directly ahead of her, a small, gleaming light in the center of complete darkness.
Come, young one. We have been waiting for you.
Waiting.. for me? Why? Skye trotted forward, sidestepping over bushes and logs and narrowly avoiding a squirrel as it hopped beneath her outstretched leg. Her coat was soaked to the skin and she was freezing. I just want my momma!
We are better than your mother. We can offer you so much. Everything you ever wanted.
E-everything? Ever? Skye trotted faster, cantering now, towards the light, that never seemed to get any closer. Then, it disappeared. Confused, the filly turned in a circle. She found herself in a clearing, lit by a pool of moonlight. The storm had started to move away, the lightning and thunder getting farther and farther.
Anything you ever wanted. The voice seemed closer now. Like it was right behind her. Jumping, she whirled around but met no one.
Anything you've ever dreamed of. The voice grew silkier, persuading her. But we need to ask one request in return.
She felt something wreath around her small, foal body, winding around her legs and eventually resting on her back.
We can give you what you have been dreaming of your entire life. It said, whispering in her ear. But we need a sacrifice from you in return.
Skye turned to see the creature, but her eyes caught nothing. Confused, she spun herself in circles until she was dizzy.
Skye, if you accept our offer, I shall grant you one wish. It can be anything. Absolutely anything. The voice purred silkily. Skye found herself nodding.
Good, you accept? It said, more briskly now. Skye nodded again. What is the one thing you have always wanted?
Skye dropped her head as she thought. Her short, stubby foal mane flipped from side to side. I want... a beautiful world to live in, with flower meadows and freshly painted barn doors. I want the sweet hum of the birds in their trees and the birdsong. I want a peaceful world, where there is no fighting, and no hatred.
The spiritual being whispered in her ear again.
Is that all?
Yes. That is my wish.
As you wish. With a click, the spirit disappeared. Skye struggled to open her eyes to see, to see the beautiful birds chirping in the trees, to see the wildflowers bobbing in the breeze. But to no avail. Her eyes were as dark as the creature who had changed her world.
Your wish has been granted. Your sacrifice has been made. Too bad you won't be able to see it. A harsh laughter rolled in the distance as it grew quiet and stopped altogether. Skye's mind struggled to wrap itself around what had just happened. And why couldn't she see? What had it done to her?
Sacrifice. She turned the word over in her head. This is my sacrifice, isn't it? I sacrificed my vision for a better world. A world I will not be able to see. Her head drooped lower, the birdsong in her ears making her sick.
Skye! Skye! A familiar, heartbreaking whinny sounded in the filly's ears.
Mother? Mother! She struggled to her hooves, her ears trying to pinpoint her dam.
Oh, Skye! Where did you go? I thought I'd lost you! Never run off like th- The mare stopped dead.
Skye, oh, Skye, what have you done? The mare whispered, her heart cracking in two. Her precious daughter's eyes were light and bland, glazed over. She couldn't see.
Mother? What's wrong? Skye asked, pressing close to her mother's soft heartbeat.
N-nothing dear. Let's go home. The mare's ears flicked as she heard the thunder rumble in the distance. Skye listened to the birdsong, unable to hear the rumbling thunder.
Foolish foal, hahahaha...
Last edited by
jesdar16 on Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:07 am, edited 1 time in total.