There used to be a ranch around these meadows. The ranch was where humans could always go and ride horses, they could also look after them and catch wild horses. The horses were tame, and they would often breed the horses as well, to get show foals that would grow to be racers or jumpers. The human at the ranch were nice, and they would always give the horses treats, and the horses were happy...but all they wanted was freedom. A few were sick of being cooped up in their stalls or paddocks. They wanted to feel the wind through their manes and the dirt in their hooves, and the wild horses missed that. Soon, the horses started to disobey the riders.
The riders were confused with the horses, especially the tame ones, they had never acted like this before. Less and less riders began to come to the ranch until almost no riders came at all. The owner of the ranch got angry, so one night, while she and the staff members slept, the horses came up with an idea. The oldest stallion was a dappled grey at the age of 25, and his name was Storm. He suggested, that in the middle of the night, they all escape and run into the wild, so they could be free, and the other horses agreed with the wise stallions suggestion.
The next daym when the humans woke, the horses were gone, all were running wild and free, all in one large group. It was a good thing they ran, because later the next night, the ranch was put on fire. The ranch owner and everyone inside died, and people came the next day to remove and destroy the house before moving the remains away. When they took the remains, they left nothing behind, nothing of the house or humans.
The horses were glad, they were left with more territory to roam around in, and they stayed as a large group until the wise stallion, Storm, died. He had died from old age. All the horses were shocked, so they moved away on their own, some went into small bands, and foals went with their mothers. Life wasn't as easy as they seemed...now they are Running Free.
