Post by Karin Silverwood on Dec 26, 2015 12:12:14 GMT 10
Horses galloped together in the paddock chasing one another back and forth romping and bucking about. They were my favorite thing on the entire ranch, of course there were other animals, donkey's, mules, cows, chickens, sheep, etc, but the horses were my favorite. I had honestly never knew such a place existed, until my mother sent me to summer riding camp once when I was younger and I fell in love with the thrill of riding. As I grew older my mum told me that uncle had a ranch on an island with many others, for years I begged mom to send me, but she thought I was much to young to go by myself. I am now sixteen old enough to go, mum thought it would be a lovely birthday present to send me to uncle's. I had received the ferry ticket to take me to the island and soon enough I packed my bags and was on my way.
I now stand on the very island mum sent me to staring at these beautiful creatures as they ran in the fields. Leaning against the fence I watched the adults and the young foals and filly's running around. The day was beautiful bright and sunny, warm with a slight breeze. However we were not the only stables on the island. This is how my story begins.
"How would you like to go for a ride?" a deep husky voice came from behind a young girl leaning on the fence of a large paddock.
"Uncle Henry! I would love to go for a ride!" the girl replied with such excitement she nearly toppled over turning around. Henry laughed before replying.
"Come on then we'll get some horses saddled up," he stated and made his way to the stable barn. The girl followed to a large red barn two large double doors were wide open the horses in their stalls so they couldn't get out and run free.
"Can I ride the paint today uncle?" The girl questioned as her uncle grabbed and readied the equipment for the horses, consisting of two reins, blankets, and saddles.
"Of course you can Lystelle come we will get her ready," Henry said walking over to a stall. The stall held an american paint horse brown and white his name was Bayel, according to uncle Henry he had a temper, but Lystelle seemed to be the only one he would walk up to willingly. "Now be careful riding him ok?"
"I know uncle, he's got a temper, I'll be ok" Lystelle said with a smile. She walked into the stall carrying a lead rope, hooking it to Bayel's halter she lead him out of the stall and to a spot where she tied him up at so she could saddle him up. Preparing the blanket and the Saddle she grabbed the shabby blanket and tossed it over the horses back positioning it in the right spot followed by the saddle. She strapped the saddle, making sure it was tight enough to where it wouldn't slip and she'd fall off. The last thing she did was attach the reins to his halter, she left the lead road tied to the post, but unhooked it from the halter, pulling the reins over Bayel's head she slipped her left foot in the stirrup and pulled herself onto the saddle. "I'm ready uncle Henry," Lystelle said, but as she said so Henry rode up on a Palomino.
"Good so am I," he said with a smile. He tapped the horses sides lightly and gave a verbal signal, telling the horse to move forward. Lystelle did the same following her uncle out of the stable barn.
Trail riding was one of Lystelle's favorite things to do and there were many all across the island there were even some competition tracks and jumping hurtles. Lystelle followed behind her uncle on the path ground into the dirt from constant rides and walks people and horses took.
"Hey Lystelle, did your mother ever tell you stories of the Mythics?"
"Mythics? No, what are they uncle?" Lystelle asked with great curiosity.
"Well, they say a long time ago this island was inhabited with a special kind of horse called the Mythic they were large breeds ancient and filled with magic a gem upon their foreheads allowing them to use their magical powers, though theses legends are just that, no one has seen such a horse in a long time if they ever did see one" Henry said Lystelle's eyes wide with awe. "But there isn't much about these horses, but you can research them in the libraries around the island I'm sure something will turn up, but I've got to get back to the ranch Lystelle, if you need me you know where to find me, why don't you try and make some friends I'm sure there are some other girls around the isle your age go have fun and be careful," Henry said before turning his horse around and beginning a trot into a gallop on the way back to the ranch.
Lystelle now alone and filled with much curiosity about the Mythics she had to know more. Giving Bayel a verbal command she set off in a trot toward the nearest stable to her uncles in search of any information she could about these wonderful beings maybe giving her enough to find one and see for herself, and maybe she could find some friends a long the way.
I now stand on the very island mum sent me to staring at these beautiful creatures as they ran in the fields. Leaning against the fence I watched the adults and the young foals and filly's running around. The day was beautiful bright and sunny, warm with a slight breeze. However we were not the only stables on the island. This is how my story begins.
"How would you like to go for a ride?" a deep husky voice came from behind a young girl leaning on the fence of a large paddock.
"Uncle Henry! I would love to go for a ride!" the girl replied with such excitement she nearly toppled over turning around. Henry laughed before replying.
"Come on then we'll get some horses saddled up," he stated and made his way to the stable barn. The girl followed to a large red barn two large double doors were wide open the horses in their stalls so they couldn't get out and run free.
"Can I ride the paint today uncle?" The girl questioned as her uncle grabbed and readied the equipment for the horses, consisting of two reins, blankets, and saddles.
"Of course you can Lystelle come we will get her ready," Henry said walking over to a stall. The stall held an american paint horse brown and white his name was Bayel, according to uncle Henry he had a temper, but Lystelle seemed to be the only one he would walk up to willingly. "Now be careful riding him ok?"
"I know uncle, he's got a temper, I'll be ok" Lystelle said with a smile. She walked into the stall carrying a lead rope, hooking it to Bayel's halter she lead him out of the stall and to a spot where she tied him up at so she could saddle him up. Preparing the blanket and the Saddle she grabbed the shabby blanket and tossed it over the horses back positioning it in the right spot followed by the saddle. She strapped the saddle, making sure it was tight enough to where it wouldn't slip and she'd fall off. The last thing she did was attach the reins to his halter, she left the lead road tied to the post, but unhooked it from the halter, pulling the reins over Bayel's head she slipped her left foot in the stirrup and pulled herself onto the saddle. "I'm ready uncle Henry," Lystelle said, but as she said so Henry rode up on a Palomino.
"Good so am I," he said with a smile. He tapped the horses sides lightly and gave a verbal signal, telling the horse to move forward. Lystelle did the same following her uncle out of the stable barn.
Trail riding was one of Lystelle's favorite things to do and there were many all across the island there were even some competition tracks and jumping hurtles. Lystelle followed behind her uncle on the path ground into the dirt from constant rides and walks people and horses took.
"Hey Lystelle, did your mother ever tell you stories of the Mythics?"
"Mythics? No, what are they uncle?" Lystelle asked with great curiosity.
"Well, they say a long time ago this island was inhabited with a special kind of horse called the Mythic they were large breeds ancient and filled with magic a gem upon their foreheads allowing them to use their magical powers, though theses legends are just that, no one has seen such a horse in a long time if they ever did see one" Henry said Lystelle's eyes wide with awe. "But there isn't much about these horses, but you can research them in the libraries around the island I'm sure something will turn up, but I've got to get back to the ranch Lystelle, if you need me you know where to find me, why don't you try and make some friends I'm sure there are some other girls around the isle your age go have fun and be careful," Henry said before turning his horse around and beginning a trot into a gallop on the way back to the ranch.
Lystelle now alone and filled with much curiosity about the Mythics she had to know more. Giving Bayel a verbal command she set off in a trot toward the nearest stable to her uncles in search of any information she could about these wonderful beings maybe giving her enough to find one and see for herself, and maybe she could find some friends a long the way.