Grey Feathers: An OT story

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*Simply_Fox (01)

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I'm back for a while (till January 3rd or so) and have decided to entertain yinz with a new story. The first few updates have been prewritten, lost, found recently, and edited. I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter one: Words on a Page

The letter was carefully written, every t crossed and every i dotted. Each word was written with a purpose. They felt like individual bullets into my heart. The ransom was too high for me, a sixteen year old "traitor", to pay. Then again, that's probably the point.

"Wess grab your bag, we are going on a trip," I yell, my voice echoing across the smouldering ruins of my best friend's home. A grey horse trots proudly into the clearing with a bag dangling in his teeth.

"Where are we-" He trails off as his deep brown eyes take in the sights. "Okay let's go save Jaye!"

And this is why my best friend is a talking horse, I think managing to walk over to Wess without crying too much.
 
I walk over to Wess, planting a hand on either side of his broad back.

"I could sways lay down ya' know," he mutters through the thick fabric in his mouth.

Ignoring my talking steed, I bounce on my heels then launch myself onto his back. I clamber to a sitting position and take the heavy bag from Wess's mouth. After swinging it over my shoulder, I grab a fistful of mane and cluck.

"You could always say 'walk' or something!"

"Hush! I'm gonna do this right!"

A long sigh departs from Wess's lungs and escapes as a snort. I roll my gold speckled eyes, urging him into a canter. Haha, he can't talk at this pace, I think to myself.
 
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