Dia

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

Ah. There is nothing like the feeling of wind in your mane as you gallop across the sand. Water flew up from my hoofbeats and splashed against my chest. It was as refreshing as the breeze which pulled my mane back. I would reach the end of the Paradise and spin around just before entering the Ridge.

Then I’m thundering back the other way. Long strides eating the ground away. There is nothing like running in the open. It was something I believe I have missed recently. I used to run for the joy of it and this place was bringing that back out. Perhaps this really was paradise!

So far, there didn’t seem to be many other occupants of the Paradise. Strange for a lovely place and a good stallion. At least, he seemed good to me. Our time in the Lagoon was the one bright spot of my captivity there. In fact, there had been a time when I had entertained the idea of having him sire my child. Though, I doubt the Brute would have taken fondly to that idea.

I spotted something on the beach ahead of me. I was coming fast so I had to decide what I was going to do. A beat, two. I strained to figure if the golden shape was a horse or a bit of fallen palm tree. There were a lot of those. I slowed my pace, give myself another few stride. It was equine. Sahin? I let out a nicker - a warning. I didn’t think I was going to be able to slow completely by the time I reached it.

Ok, these are the times when running full speed is a bad idea.