Longest chapter of this book reaching: 1504 total words.

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y mother nuzzles my neck in the corner of my left eye a figure appears. Catching my mothers attention. She shifts it to the man standing before us.

"Get behind me"

I obey and get behind her. The man beckons me. Wanting me. Acting like he needs me or something..but I refuse. Ever since the incident yesterday ive been barely able to move...and humans have frightened me. When I here my name..it haunts me. So I run and hide.

He clicks open the stall as my mother pins back her now flattened ears.

"Easy there momma" the man calmy says.

His voice unlike no other humans. Not cold and light hearted as others. He showed a sense of passion and love. His soothing voice calming my mother as he pets her face. Giving approval for something. Then all of a sudden....

"Get him!!!!!" he yells.

3 men appear one with a whip holding it incase my mother would attack. One attached a leadrope to me...ugh. Not again. I try to fight by kicking my feet up into the air. Trying to show them thst I was not to be taken lightly but nothing worked. One man pulld a rope around my mothers neck and she couldnt follow as the rope tightened. Poor mother... I cry and whinny to her but I keep getting dragged to a darker stable. No lights and no windows...it was like I was doomed. The sign had said,my mother had taught me how to read human words when I was born, "Tradegy horsesm to be sold to auction house."

The word auction threatened my mind.

What was it.

Why.

Why.

Why does it say it.

Is it good or bad.

The cold man kicks me and pushes me into a nasty stall. Poop had been on The ground strandednfor years. It smelt like death and it was not too my liking.

Later that day.

A truck with a long white stall looking thing appeared infront of the dark barn. The people called it a trailer. Sometimes to be trusted. Sometimws not to be trusted.

Another man appears at my stall taking me out. I was exited to be out of the filthy stall. It smelled like a skunk to be honest. Before I knew it I was asked to step up and go into the box thing. I obeyed...unknowing of what was to come.

The door closed snd it became dark.

I had no clue of my location.
Where I was headed. Nor. Where I belonged.

I feared for my mother has images of her being beaten fillled my mind.

I hope she is alright...I hope she is free.

Free from worries.

I begin to loose my balance as the trailer slides to a quick halter.

Light appears through the door as it opens. I was almost blinded by how bright it was.

The man took me out and exchanged some green stuff with another. He had a unshaved wild beard black. Dark. Cold looking. Not too my liking.

He grabbed my leadrope harshly and pulled against me. I followed being respectful. There were rusty pins every where. Horses that had looked beaten and broke. So broken that bones could be seen...even if im only a colt. I understand what is bad and what is not.

A squeaky door opens as the man leads me into a pin full for colts and fillies my age maybe younger.

He let go of my leadrope and wrapped it around the metal bar. A chill ran over me.

I looked down at my knees. The now bandaged leg is torn and the bandage has been ripped away...my cuts still hurt and this place is not helping.

The bright sunny sides begin to fade as the place darkens. Being no covering..if it were to rain id be soaked.

A trop lands on my rear. I kick out thinking its another horse biting me. But no.

Just. My. Luck.

Its raining.

Not cool.

The light rain drops fall quickly onto my damamged skin.

But lught can become rough in no time. Warer was a thing not found in the cramped pin. So I lifted my head and swallowed all the rain water I could. Just to keep myself hydrated.

The rain was beating down harder ever minute as I laid down...wanting my mothers comfort. Wanting her warm nuzzle to cuddle me and love me as she always did.

But she isn't there. She is no where in sight. And it worries me...

I stand back up, trying not to slip as the muddy ground becomes harder to stand on. Waving my body around I find a spot that isnt so hard.

Night takes into action and the clouds fade away. Im soaken wet but happy that the rain finnaly stopped.

I decide to rest, laying down on the muddy ground I close my eyes and begin to dream

Green pastures appear.
Rolling hills.
Dream land they called it.
Only to chanpions.
Most unfortunate... Pictures of slaughtered horses roll through.
Startling the colt.
A colt galloping rhrough the fields. A mother by his side. Oh how Crescendo missed his mother was crazy....A foal should never be seperated that soon. Only a heartless cold person would do so.
Images of Crescendo as a growing colt beside his mothers side. Past now. His mother unknowing of his location or what was to come, either did the colt himself.
-------time pass in dream---------
A stallion appears.
Full of energy.
Could this be Crescendo's father?
The father he never met.
His mother had told stories about him but as for where he is, that is unknown.
Or is it?
The image goes black.
It shows a colt being born..not crescendo.
He was taken from his mothers side as soon as he was born.
His mother stood puzzled. Heart broken.
Not many knew how this stallions life was.
He was called a nursery foal. His mother was a mare just to tske care of "better bloodline" foals.
His mother knew no difference.
The colt was taken to a closed stall. A vet stall. Tied up legs and all. Beaten by whips and other harmful things.
Shipped off to slaughter to be destroyed...but he was rescued along the way.
He become one of the most popular horses in the world. Winning 3 olympics, and his story went viral. He was a role model!
Sure Saccota was his name.
It for sure was the life of Crescendos father. How could this all be a dream? Reality into a dream?It all seemed impossible. But the little colt had hope.

My eyes flash open. Bright sunlight aching and beating at my eyes.

They adjust quickly.
Horsrs frantically mive around in the crowded pins. I can see clearer now. Jts day 2.

How much longer until I escape?

I pace around in my pin. Trying not to fuss with the other colts in with me. I watch al my steps as a few deas colts lie cold in the ground.

Sounds of squeaky shoes get closer and closer. The sound of nosiy machines become more clear.

What is going on?

A man appears within my eye sight. He grabs a gelding from one of the pins and disappears thorough a door next to my pin. It shows, people and a divider. The door shuts before I could see any thing else.

Could this be my end?

A voice stsrts shouting random things. Too fast for me to comprehend.

The gelding gets lead back out and a man grabs him and places him in a trailer.

The man comes back and grabs me..I give a little fuss. Unsure if whats going on. The doors scratch open, and nerves fill me. The crowd is filled with, "Ooh look at him!!" "What a show stopper" "I see potentional from a muddy mess!"

All these positive words fill me with exitement.
But one does not.. "He'd be good for meat."

Everyone turned to look at him.

The man unclips me from the lead rope and im let lose in the corral. I run around and show off, even if I do trip a little over my small hooves.

The man who said hurtful words picks up his hand last. He was set to be my new owner.

The man clips me uo and takes me all the way to the end of the pins. The hurtful man harshly grabs my leadrope and loads me in a trailer filled with cattle. Cattle truck maybe?

I close my eyes hoping to wake up from the nightmare.

4 hours later.

The truck starts to rumble.

We are leaving now.

Where to? I have no clue.

Why? I do not know

1 hour later.

Im pushed out of the trailer into a over crowded broken old fenced boxed corral.

I can barely find a place to stand quietly.