Emma followed, and the mare trotted to the forest. Cautiously, Emma jogged after her, and the mare continued to trot. Winding her way through the trees, dodging boulders, and whinnying, the mare took Emma farther and farther into the forest. The red speckle-like spots on her sides quivered with energy. Emma only recognized a few qh traits, but also saw a dished face, straight ears and an arched, thick neck. Her croup was flat, with high tail set, and striped hooves.
"You sure do have a mix of breeds, don't you girl?" Emma said in a sing-song voice. Suddenly, the mare stopped. Her ears and eyes focused on this strange two-legged. No human had ever talked directly to her before. They all had beaten her, and the mare greatly wished to share with this girl her greatest secret. The scars on her shoulders were her greatest reminder of never sharing secrets with ones you could not trust. Her days of being a mystical creature were over, unless this girl could prove herself worthy of sharing the secret. The mare snorted and continued trotting into the forest.
Emma figured the mare was a mustang, but she saw the long strips if bare skin in exactly the same place on each shoulder. Soon, the mare stopped by a stream, and began rolling. Emma sighed quietly, and sat down on a rock not far away. But little did she know, that the mare had a plan for her. The mare then walked over to Emma's rock, so close that she could simply swing her leg over the mare's back if she wanted to. As if the mare read her mind, she whinnied and lowered her head, asking Emma to sit astride her warm back. Emma did so, and the mare immediately took off in a wild gallop further into the forest. Emma, sure that this gallop had a purpose, for the controlled stride and even pace that the mare set, held on, and soon the mare stopped. Emma sighed and dismounted. The mare swung her head around, and nudged Emma's hand. Emma stroked the mare's head, but then the mare walked over to a rock, pawed at the ground with her hoof, and then, to Emma's astonishment, one of the rocks on the forest floor moved to the side, and left a hole large enough for the mare to walk into. And that was exactly what the mare did. But then she vanished into the hole, and Emma gave a cry. She jumped after the horse, and followed her through a series of tunnels, until they came to a spot where there were carvings on the stone walls. Magestic horses with confirmation just like the mare pranced around humans dressed in earthy clothes, exept for one difference. They had wings in the same place as the mare had her scars.
"Pegasus." Emma breathed, staring at the carvings. The mare's warm breath landed on her neck, and Emma examined the scars on her shoulders. "You're a Pegasus!" She almost yelled, but then talked in a whisper. "Or you were. I wish there was a way you could get back the wings someone took from you long ago." The mare then spoke.
"Undying, my kind is. But all I need is someone to believe in me, then, together we may fly." Emma became breathless.
"So, all I have to do is believe?" She said.
"Yes." The mare's eyes, blazing with intellegence, suddenly shone. Her red roan coat faded, becoming a bright, dazziling light. Wings sprouted from the scars on her shoulders, and Emma leapt onto her back.
"Have You given the horse strength? Have You clothed his neck in thunder? Can you frighten him like a locust?
His majestic snorting strikes terror.He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; Job 39:19...