Post by reneedarkbard on Dec 18, 2018 8:48:02 GMT 10
STORY INTRODUCTION
There's a story amongst the people of Jorvik. Five years ago, a young child and her family were staying at the stable in Valedale.
It was around Christmas time. The family had relatives living nearby, but because of the crowds in other parts of Jorvik, they chose to stay in Valedale and travel every day to see relatives and friends.
The child often rode her White Lusitano. Sometimes, she and her family would leave their horses at home to rest while they rented a car and drove around Jorvik. But she would come home and spend as much time with her horse before mom and dad made her go to bed.
One night, the wolves were howling. Someone forgot to close the stable before heading to bed, and the wolves found it. The horses became spooked by the presence of the wolves and screeched and neighed for help. The wolves started attacking. In desperation, the White Lusitano made a run for it
She ran and ran. Even when the wolves no longer followed her and there were no people in sight. She kept going. Her heart and mind raced with fear. She ran farther and farther away from the stables, and deeper into the night.
The White Lusitano did not stop running until the morning sun brought life and brightness to the earth.
When morning dawned on Jorvik, the White Lusitano was weary. She laid down to rest and went to sleep for hours and hours. When she awoke in the late afternoon of the next day, grogginess clouded her mind. When it cleared, she realized she had no idea where she was and no idea how to get home.
Determined to return to her family, the White Lusitano wandered Jorvik for several days. She searched and searched for the place she had called home. For the person she had loved since she was small.
After days and days of searching, the White Lusitano finally stepped on the path that wove into Valedale. Her heart filled with joy. Energy flowed through her skin. She was ready to bound into the arms of her person.
There was one problem.
The car was gone.
Her companions, her persons' parent's horses, were gone.
Their things were gone.
They were gone.
The White Lusitano, full of white, hot rage and an overwhelming sense of teary grief, ran into the forest. According to witnesses, the only time she's seen is at night prowling the dirt roads of Valedale for her owner. She was never seen in broad daylight again.
According to the child's family, they had run down to the stable to find the Lusitano gone. For days they searched until they left without her, believing her to be dead. Never again did the family return to Jorvik. For they were filled with grief every time they thought of Valedale.
This, my friends, is the beginning before the beginning. For we know what happened to that White Lusitano years and years later. But for now, let's go back to the actual beginning.
And we'll start with a girl.
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