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

Anger.

Rage.

I don’t know what other words are getting close to what I was feeling as I stood on that beach. When Rurisk had driven me from the Bay, I had felt fear. When Skua had taken me from the Lagoon, I’d felt relief. But no. This was different. I had no problems with Sahin. In fact, I loved the man. I had been minding my own business, glad that I could remain home. He had worked things out with the new lead of the Paradise. Then…

I turned a narrowed eye onto the smug stallion. Oh, Mama, forgive me if you’re in Heaven and can see this. If not, well, I’m sure I’ll be able to explain this later. I knew the Lagoon. I knew it all too well - probably better than this colt. Night might make me glow, which had made me a target. But moonlight also made it easy to see him to. I leaned my weight forward and lashed out at him with hooves first. Then with a scream I took steps forward, swung around and went for his face. I didn’t really care what I caught. I wasn’t backing down though. I’d run from him on Atlantis, but I’d had enough time to act now.

I wasn’t afraid of this stallion.

Maybe I was finally old enough to stop being afraid.