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She was told from the beginning wherever she arrived, there would be hundreds of horses awaiting her arrival. That she would be sung of to the masses. That she would be hailed for her heroics, her beauty, and her grace. None of it was true. No, as her hooves dug into the dirt below her, she realized it was all a lie. Stories told to the young Princess to make her believe that her future was worthwhile. That she was meant to be something. But she wasn't, was she? She was simply a pawn in their game, meant to be nothing more than a statue. She lowered her black head to sniff at the grass below. It smelled sweet, fresh, and inviting. Her brown eyes flicked and her head lifted from the grass, eyes scanning the horizon. Her ears listened to the sounds around her, birds, creatures, stirred. Her breathing was coming rapidly, and the girl feared. She feared what this could all mean. If this place was her home to be. Somewhere safe, away from the lands she once knew. She feared that there might be horses following her. She feared that she might not be safe. That her parents' words of death upon her would chase her to wherever she was now. Her eyes sparkled with worry as she continued to walk forward. She sung to herself, a quiet little tune, one that only she would know. "Death at your door, pain at your heels..." Her voice sang out. "Test your limits, test your fate, feel the way the blood flows through the veins. Are you fearful? Are you afraid? Are you living or are you dead?" And as she continued her rapid advancement, she headed to the North. Deeper into the fields. Her long, flowing tail swung behind her as hope filled her mind. She hoped for her own future, for the first time in many months. It had been nearly a year since she fled from her home, and she had been travelling for so long. She was ready, so ready, to finally find a place to call home. The area smelled heavily of other horses, and she was hopeful that there might be a place for her. Her brown eyes continued to scan the horizon as she searched for the familiar form of another horse. She wasn't expecting the masses promised by her parents, but she definitely expected to meet someone, anyone.
"Speech" - Thought
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