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To be more than a conqueror

You have to learn to enjoy the pain
If you want to survive the game

Hunger stirs him awake and guides him away from the sleeping Ysabel. Since the death of his mother the Queen has kept him close except for a few times she said she had something to do off the island. Even the colt could see the tired look in her eyes the more days that pass her without sleep. This is one of the reasons that he does not try to wake her when the rumble of his tummy keeps him up. That, and he knows she cannot help him in his quest for hunger. Grandmother did not have milk so each day they searched for the next mare for help. The Cove seems to have plenty, but sometimes he would prefer just someone he was closer to. Someone he actually knew. Momma would have been his ultimate choice, but Ysabel says that wasn’t possible. The colt tries to venture back to the spot her body lays, but the mare keeps guiding him away.

He ponders that maybe her body still had that sweet tasting milk even though reason has told him she does not. He can’t really be sure until he find out for himself. Sigmund travels in the direction he swears he could smell his mother, a scent that has been stale for weeks. There was no way for the month old colt to know how far he had walked or where he was going. Somehow he manages to make it all the way to the outside of the Cove, but thankfully he gets turned back around after a fall in the dirt. It was the strange forest that causes him panic. Many shadows dance around him and the smells of his herd was so faint here. Something runs by to his left. The child quickly snaps his head in the direction to look, but whatever it was was too fast. "Ma?” He whimpers.

It was at this point that his stomach began to hurt from the hunger. Small tears roll down the boy’s cheeks as the fear rises. Finally he can see the light through the trees up ahead. He dashes towards an opening, tripping over a raised tree root and rolling into the open space the two young stallions that down upon. Fear and shock keeps the colt on this side where he lands. Heavy breaths rise his belly as his heart beats fill his ears.


Prince of the Cove
love, dante | image from unsplash


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