Post by jen782 on Jul 4, 2006 14:13:54 GMT -5
Blue Mist galloped, galloped until she fell in the snow. A few weeks ago she had promised she would never leave home again, but that felt like long ago. Her mother had ment thoughs things. Was she the only one who saw Midnight for who she really was, A horse, not a rebel, just a horse. Blue Mist layed down in the snow. When she left she saw her father still hadn't left her mother. If he stays good for him. He must not love Midnight any more. Oh I hate them now, I hate them so much. Blue Mist finally understood Midnight's anger with her mother. Then as she layed in the snow ready to die she saw a fern. A green fern. Blue Mist ate it whole in less then a mintue, it was her first food in days. Then as she thought more strongly now, if her mother couldn't except Midnight then I won't except her. Then she gallopped at speeds she thought only a racehorsse had. The candle light was blown out by the anger of the wind.
