The desert spirit...lost and forgotten...

by Sarah M

Once, long ago...a horse named spearco meaning the untamed, lived..his world seeming to be lost of the meaning of what a true horse with a spirit had. The horse with his black silky coat and lush green eyes, watched as the humans and all cruelty slaughtered the horses who no longer had homes...finding them of no use to them...his green eyes flamed with a passion of pure hate.

His black coat as black as the shadows on a full moon, hid in the greens and blackness of the forest. He stood there watching, hopeless to all human kind...but this horse was a fighter.

His heart filled with fire and himself with an unbreakable spirit. He remembered old memories of his life in the human world, he wanted nothing to do with it, retired as a racehorse sent to be slaughtered he fought and ran never to be seen again(by the humans of course) but only one thing watched over this black wise of a horse.. a loner wolf a white wolf with crystal blue eyes, full of wisdom and power...




(To be continued...)