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Quick note, sorry on the last minute but we were gone from house a while so no pictures, but hopefully the story isn't ruined by it.
The Story
Part One
The breeze drifted across the foal’s forelock. She lifted her head from grazing, looking across the grasses to the sandy desert beyond.
A hot wind was drifting across the plain towards the small herd of horses that the filly was apart of. She took in a breath of it; it was dusty and dry, and smelled of rabbits.
Though just the gust of air was hot, the area intrigued her. She took a couple of steps towards the sand that she could see a short distance away.
A nicker caused her to stop. She turned to see her mother; a dapple gray, just like herself, was watching her. Her night-black mane blew from the small breeze, her dark brown eyes as wise and mysterious as the forests themselves.
The foal skidded around, though she was already stopped, and trotted lightly towards the mare. She hopped around her a few times before her mother moved onto another patch of grass.
As the only foal in the herd, she got bored quite often. Sometimes her mother could entertain her, and there were times that she could even get the older yearlings to play with her for a few minutes. But never did she have someone that made her really enjoy her days.
She looked longingly back at the yellow desert. She could see spots of green where cacti were, and thought she could imagine another herd like her own, wandering beyond the heat waves that rose above the sand.
She closed her eyes, picturing a few foals her own age that she could play with. Running around in the valley, or in the desert. Sand and dirt spraying up in their wake.
The filly turned her attention towards the towering mountain nearby. At the top stood a gray creature. Another leaped down next to it.
Wolves.
She let out a whinny, and her mother quickly lifted her head and looked over at her. She trotted over to her daughter to see where she was looking; up at the mountain, where four wolves stared down at them.
Her mother reared up and neighed loudly for the whole herd. She started to gallop off in the direction of the desert. The rest of the horses followed, kicking up grass and dirt as the ran in a panic. Behind them, the wolves started to race down the mountainside.
The foal was too afraid to be excited to finally enter the desert. As the hot sand splashed onto her legs, she started to get caught up in it, slowing her down. She tried to whinny up to her mother, but she was too far away to hear.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes wild with fear. A large gray wolf snapped at her haunches. Its hot breath was almost worse than the sand itself.
She thought she was dead. There wasn’t any way she could survive.
Suddenly, the wolf flew backward, hitting the ground with a thump. A strange wooden stick stuck out of it. She didn’t have time to process what had happened. The other wolves were getting close. She sped up.
She managed to trip on a piece of sandstone sticking out of the ground. She rolled onto her back, kicking up her legs. To her surprise, no wolf leaped up onto her.
The filly got to her hooves, looking confused at all the wolves laying in the sand, the strange sticks sticking out of them.
She turned her head to the forest that lined the edge of the desert. A strange creature stood with a weapon in hand; a rounded stick, with a single strand of spider web connecting either part of the stick. The creature stood up like a zombie, but it didn’t look like one. And it was standing in the sun.
She nickered, unable to take her eyes off it, until her mother called for her. She looked back at the herd. They stood there, heatwaves making them blurry. Her mother reared up and continued to neigh, trying to get her to come.
The foal looked back at the strange creature. She didn’t know how, but she believed it had saved her. It was interesting, too. Maybe it would want to play with her.
She looked at her herd one last time, then trotted over to the creature.
It had a face somewhat like a zombie, but not green, and more pleasant looking. It appeared surprised that she approached, but not hostile.
She came about three sheep-lengths before she stopped, cautious. The creature dropped its apparent weapon and extended its hand. It started to make strange noises, but they were soft, and gentle. “It’s alright, little one. I won’t hurt you.”
She flicked her tail, tilting her head. What a curious thing. She could hear her mother desperately whinnying in the distance, but the filly knew she was safe.
“Come here, it’s alright.” The creature continued to make noises. She slowly stepped towards it. She stretched out her head towards its hand, and let it touch her muzzle.
“There you go. There.” The creature reached into its pack with its other hand. It extended out a carrot. Excited, she reached for it. While she happily grabbed it and ate it, the creature slipped something over her neck.
The next morning, the foal lifted her head. A wooden fence was the first thing she saw.
She quickly stood, alarmed, before she remembered what had happened. The creature had slipped something over her, a strange, long hairy thing that was like a vine, but tan and softer. She’d tried to fight back as the creature lead her away with it, but after a while, she couldn’t anymore.
At least it had given her food.
The fence was connected to a wooden cave. The creature had made a noise like “house” when it was near it, and she assumed that was what it was called.
There wasn’t much room to graze, and she was connected to one of the wooden poles with the tan vine. She missed her mother, and her herd. But she couldn’t escape, and the creature was nice.
Probably the strangest thing was the noise the creature kept making when it made sounds at her. “Piia”. It seemed very convinced that she was whatever a Piia was, even though she was very sure that she was a horse.
As she absently grazed in the little area surrounded by fence, the creature’s strange pet approached her. She believed the little thing was a cat, a little like the ocelots she sometimes saw stalking around in the forest.
It flicked its tail, peering up at her. She snorted, trying to get it to go away. It made her uncomfortable, the way it just stared at her.
The standing-up creature walked out, holding an apple. She gave an excited little bounce.
“Morning, Piia.” The creature was calling her that again. What a strange thing. It apparently couldn’t tell a horse from a Piia. It was apparent now that the creature was in fact male, like the stallion in her herd. He bent down and stroked the cat, which purred in response.
“Here you go.” He gave the apple to her, which she ate quickly.
“Mmm, that’s pretty yummy, isn’t it?” The creature rubbed the back of his neck as she watched her. “I can’t wait till I ride you.” His voice was softer now. “I’m sure you’ll be the fastest of them all. We’ll go on many adventures, Piia, just you wait. I’m sure of it.”
Two Years Later
Click click!
The noise was telling Piia to run faster. She quickened her pace. The other horse was bigger than her, but not as fast. Another human rode it, Piia’s human’s bag strapped over his back.
“You’ll never catch me, Collin,” he called over its shoulder.
“We’ll see about that, thief!”
There was only about a cow-length in between them now. They dodged through trees, animals skittering out of their way.
“C’mon Piia, just a little further now,” he hissed. She huffed as she pounded forward. They were almost to them now.
Piia felt Collin brace himself as he let go of the reins. He yanked out his sword as she pulled to a halt in front of the bigger horse, who let out a scream as it slid to a stop.
He pointed the sword at the thief. “Give me my bag,” he said, “or my horse and I will stop you again. No mercy that time.” He shouldered his bow.
The thief rolled his eyes, but he pulled off the bag. “I don’t fear you and your horse,” he sneered. “But I am willing to make a deal with you. I get half the contents in this bag and no one needs to get hurt.”
Collin shook his head. “No deal. Whole bag, or you get a free arrow.”
He sighed. Piia felt the horse prepare itself for the thief to lead it away. She nickered softly in warning. The horse met her eyes for a moment. It seemed to understand her, but it didn’t show any sign of staying.
Sure enough, the two of them started to quickly move away. Before they could start at even a fast trot, Piia loped forward and reared up, slamming her hooves in front of the horse; she narrowly missed its face.
“Give me the bag!” Collin repeated.
The thief let out an angry grunt, but after a moment, he finally tossed it over to him. “This isn’t over, Collin,” he muttered. “I will get your riches eventually. You can’t keep them to yourself forever.” He started off.
“I mined these myself,” Collin retorted. Once they were out of sight, he slipped off her back and came to the front.
“Thank you girl,” he murmured, stroking her forehead. He opened the bag to reveal three diamonds, four emeralds, and two gold nuggets. “I almost lost these. I need to give these to Mia before her store goes out of business.”
She nudged his head happily, and he chuckled. “Good girl, Piia. Let’s go.”
That night, Piia grazed sleepily in the back pasture with the cat napping on the fence. Her ears pricked when a noise reached her ears.
She approached the fence, leaning over the top and looking in the direction of the village. It was illuminated with firelight against the black sky. A strange noise echoed from it.
Piia’s dark brown eyes narrowed, trying to focus. What was that noise? It didn’t sound very friendly. Almost like…
Zombies.
Zombies were raiding the village.
She let out a whinny, knocking her hooves against the door before Collin finally stumbled out, sleepily rubbing his eyes. “What is it, Piia? I’m trying to sleep.”
She pointed with her nose towards the village. He blinked up at her. It took him a minute, but he finally seemed to understand. “The village is in trouble, isn’t it.”
They took a few minutes to saddle up. He opened the gate, patted the cat’s head, and they were off towards the village. Collin had his sword in hand, riding his loyal horse.
In that moment, they didn’t know it would be a very, very long time before they returned home again.
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