"Hey! He's getting away!" shouted the man pointing at a spotted horse running away to the forest. The horse looked at back to see two men following them with their bloodhounds. He continued to run trying to find somewhere to hide. He heard the voices of the men and the barks of their dogs which frightened him. He saw a river and jumped in it, swimming towards the other side. He looked back again and saw the men trying to get across, but they struggled to try to get to the other side. He saw this as an advantaged and ran away. The men grumbled in anger and turned back to land. 

The spotted horse ran and ran until he came to a stop and began to huff. "Huh huh...," he said. He looked around his surroundings. He's never been outside a stable. You see, he was born in Finland and was raised in the stables by his mum. His mum was a racing horse, so a lot of people that owned her would come there to practice for each tournament that occurred. As he grew, he was taken away from his mum and traveled to multiple places. As he grew, he went through the same thing and was taken to multiple places for each tournament. Each time he went to the U.S.A. he began to learn English to listen to his rider and during every single long ride to each continent he went on he remembered the conversations him and his mum had. 

|:| Flashback |:|

"Hei, äiti? Oletko käynyt tallien ulkopuolella, kun lähdet pois?", the small foal asked. His mum chuckled softly. "Kyllä minulla on. Se oli kiva. Kun olet vanhempi, sinulla on etu lähteä. Lupaan, Blake.", she replied nuzzling his cheek with her muzzle. Blake giggled.

|:| End of Flashback|:|

He sighed happily and continued to run to the center of the forest where there's grass and flowers. In the middle of that was another horse. It was a female. She had short white mane along with a short tail, and a white coat with  black roses covering her eyes. . . .