those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

I flicked an ear at the strange stallion. He was eyeing me like a piece of me. Like he was trying to figure out how I tick. Now, I’m not necessarily the most difficult mare to read. In fact, I like to think that I show what I am. That way, people don’t get wrong ideas about me. Mamma always said it was important to be honest; though she said there were times when it was better not to tell the truth. Like, if you ended up getting covered by a stallion that wasn’t yours. Don’t let the other stallion know.

This was not one of those situations. However, what he said next caused my ears to flick forward then back.

“‘Ow da ya kno’ da’ name?” I asked, my head lowering. Satitba, she and I had gone our separate ways a year and a half ago. I never expected to see her again. I never suspected I would hear of her again. If she were here, this stallion had better tell me. And then he had better tell me where.

That was when the winds outside carried a familiar bugle. I snorted, deciding to let Sahin deal with this stranger. I trotted towards the edge of the cave. Sahin’s voice rolled out, my name on his lips. I let out a long call of my own, hoping the thunder and wind wouldn’t drown it out.

“Sah’een!” I called. “Sah’een!” The winds were going to get tougher and the storm darker. It wasn’t fit out there for anything that wanted to stay intact.

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