Owner: Silent Elf
Name: Lightening Blaze
Breed: Mustang
Height: 12.3
Gender: Colt
Age at Day of Death: 6 months
Age: 7 months
Color: Black
Markings: Blaze
Other: It was a dark night, that is what I always tell people first. I remember a banging and shouts from outside. There seemed to be a commtion in the farm house, but I ignored it, like my mother had told me to do when I was even younger. As I started to nod back to sleep, a gust of wind so sharp and cold blow the barn doors wide open, and broke the top hinges. All the other horses started to whinning, trying to warn whoever wanted to enter. But nothing would stop the wind. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I picked up the sound of a different whinny, a shrill whinny, but there wasn't one, there was loads. Horses from long ago, and acompaning the dreadful noise, the slightly 'clip clop' of hooves as a herd of horses arrived. They stopped at every stall before my own, but said not a word to the horses. As they stopped at looked at my mother's, one whinned loudly, but was silenced by the others. As I continued to watch and listen, they turned as one and stared at me, faces I thought I would never again see. Favourite horses that had died of old age had returned. One of them stepped forward, walking through my stall door and headed for me. I backed up until I hit a corner, and knew I was trapped. Through them, I saw my mother fighting against her stall door, trying to reach me, but I knew it would be too late. I held my breath when I thought my life would be over, but nothing seemed to happen. Then, as I breathed again, every single ghost horse ran through, and every one of them dragged a little of me away from my body until finally, I felt myself drop to the ground. And as I dropped, one last horse ran through me and finally pulled me free from death. As I watched myself, a strange tingling sensation ran across my spine and down my tail, making me jump around. Suddenly, the ghost herd ran, back they way they had come, but I didn't move. I wanted to be with my mother, but the old horse who had dragged me free from my body called me to follow. I looked at him, then pointed at my mother with my nose. Sadly, he shook his head "She can't see you now." He spoke slowly to me. So, with a final whinny and a tear in my eye, I followed the old horse and have never again seen my mother.



