This one might take a while... enjoy it anyways
Midnight whickered somewhat irritably as I tightened the last buckle on Lightning Dust’s bridle. Natalie laughed as she swung herself neatly into Nemo’s saddle.
“Someone isn’t impressed,” she grinned. I rolled my eyes and led Lightning out of her stall.
“Someone is also sleepy. He woke me up a two ‘o’ clock by fussing and kicking the wall,” I pointed out, hiding a yawn.
The sound of thundering hooves announced to arrival of Prim, Cass and Ali. Natalie headed out to meet them and Sami followed her.
Zoe leaped lightly down off of the roof. She shrank to the size of a cat and fluttered delicately up onto Sami’s shoulder. Ali was grinning at us, grinning in a way that obviously meant she had found something else to chase after. Natalie folded her arms.
“What is it this time?” she sighed, though her blue eyes were glittering hopefully. Ali bounced excitedly.
“There’s a place called the Valley Of Horses… supposedly the home of a mare faster than the wind, that leaps as though she can fly,” she grinned. Hybrid Eclipse butted her with his head and whickered. Ali stroked his nose comfortingly, nuzzling her face into his mane.
“Supposedly, all horses come from the Valley, and only a horse can find the entrance. We swung ourselves up onto our horses and set off. After several minutes of riding, we stopped in a field so that Ali could consult her book. A cacophony of soft hissing broke out around us. We were surrounded be creepers. We scrambled back away from them, only to run into the side of a long, low building. Ali reached for her bow, but too late. The creepers exploded.
We were blasted backwards through the wall and crashed in a shower of debris and screams. Slowly, shaking dust out of my hair, I stood up. Morgan, someone I had seen before around town, was staring at us, dust covering her white dress, clutching at a bunch of flowers. Standing next to her was Darren, equally dusty in a light blue suit. For a moment, we stared at them and they stared back. Then realisation hit. The two were supposed to be getting married.
“Uh… sorry, you two,” I apologized. “We… had a bit of an argument with several creepers,”
Quickly, we backed out of the hole we had just created, and re-mounted our horses. Prim spotted a bit of cake on her shoulder, scooped it off and tasted it.
“Mmm, that’s nice. Lucky I only clipped it, it’s still intact… mostly,”
Being back at school REALLY slows down story writing :(