The Midnight Stallion

A mysterious black stallion gallops through the land every night at midnight. But he is not an average horse. There is something special about him. He cannot be tamed but he hides a secret. Something special about him that no one knows. No one has tried to befriend him. Until now.


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7. Betrayal

Yes! I did it! I got an A+! Mr. Byron said it was really original and interesting. I'm not to tell the stallion though. He would never trust me again. Although, despite getting a really good grade I keep getting this gnawing feeling in my brain. Mum tells me it's guilt. I don't believe her. What have I to be guilty about?

I'm sitting in my room drawing the Midnight Stallion. That feeling is still there. I can't ignore it anymore. My pencil shakes causing the stallion's front leg to go squiggly. I frustatingly rub it out to start again. I hope he comes by tonight. I really want to see him again.

The sun is beginning to set. As the sky gets darker I find my trainers in case he does show up. Even as the moon comes out I feel like something bad is going to happen.

"Laura, get to bed!" I hear mum calling. My parents normally stay downstairs for an hour after I go to bed. I am in my pyjamas but I stay awake. I don't want to miss the opportunity.

I hear the stairs creak as my parents go to bed. It must be 11:00 now. I'll wait a little while longer then go out to wait for him. He will come. I know he will.

Midnight.
I slip on my trainers and quietly open my bedroom door. The landing is dark and silent. I gingerly leave the safety of my room and tiptoe down the stairs. The entire house is silent as a grave. I shiver. The silence is deafening. I feel around for the key to the front door. I feel the ragged edges and pick it up. There is a soft clinking noise as it collides with other keys. I freeze and look upstairs. No sound. I gently push the key into the lock of the front door and turn it. It clicks. Silently I pull the door open and step out into the cool night air. The air smells sweet and gently strokes my skin. I look around. Nothing. Will he show tonight?

Suddenly I hear hoof beats. He's coming! I run over to the garden wall and sit on it anxiously waiting. I see his graceful black shape as he effortlessly gallops towards me. He runs so fast he seems to almost fly. I smile as he approaches. But something is wrong. His ears are flat back. His nostrils are flared. Anger is burning in his eyes. He looks furious.
"What's the matter?" I ask in concern.
The stallion grinds to a halt and stamps angrily.
"You!" his voice echoes like thunder in my mind, "I can't believe I was actually starting to trust you! You lied to me! You betrayed me!"
I am in shock. I feel tears spring to my eyes.
"I'm sorry." I say pleadingly, "I don't know how you found out but I'm so sorry. I would never betray your trust. Never!"
The stallion bucks in fury. "You lied to me!"
I am close to tears now. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
The stallion snorts, "You betrayed my trust. I can never forgive you."
He suddenly rears and whinnies. I am crying for forgiveness now. With a flick of his tail he turns and gallops away.
I let the tears flow. As I crawl back to my room I feel my heart sink. I now know what the feeling was. It was a feeling of guilt after all. Guilt that I had betrayed a true friend.
 

 

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