Björn had been playing within the dark pine forest, when the strange scent of another had assaulted his delicate pink nostrils. Immediately, he had been afraid, not often did strangers come into his home. Dad said that the shores of the Inlet were too cold for the other horses of the Lost Islands. He had believed him until he had seen the dark stallion with the bald face stroll into their home. No one had known, in the chaos, that he had hid. He goaded on his dad and Darius, until he realized that the larger stallion was overpowering both of them. That was when the fear began to flood his mind, what would happen now? As his dad and Darius were chased off the stallion started pushing them away. His mother!
He had given a few weak nickers, the fear caused him to tremble. He had taken a few shaky steps after his mom, with each step he became more confident. He had to go after them, he had to bring mom and Precious home. If only he had known what a foolish attempt that would be.
He swam, until he had lost sight of them, then the panic begin to set in. He had not realized how huge this water was, or how cold it was. He could feel the shivers rack his body, but he struggled through the waves. His crystal blue eyes stayed anchored in the direction that his mom had went, he struck out with quickly weakening limbs. He swam past island that was greener than home, he wanted to crawl onto its shores and rest, but he was on a mission. Finally a dot appears on the horizon, he takes heart, maybe this is where mom went.
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His hooves touch the sand, his legs quiver with exhaustion. Why had mom left him behind? He lays on the beach, the surf crashes against his spindly legs. A small smirk touches his pink lips, he was going to bring mom and Precious home. He rests for a few more minutes, gathering his strength. He needs to find mom before this stallion pushes them farther. He crawls onto his spindly legs, they feel like jello beneath him. He lifts his little head onto his neck, the wind tosses his tiny fluff of mane. He sets out across the sand, he follows the telltale tracks of the trio of horses. They left gouges in the sand, it was easy to follow.
As the minutes tick by, he can feel his strength waver, so he slows to a fast walk. He still pushes his legs, they had to be here somewhere. He climbs yet another dune of sand, his hooves dig into the shifting sands. As he peaks the top, he spots them, along a flowing river. He almost nickers in glee, but he holds back, he didn't want the stallion to know that he had followed them. So he backs down the dune, until he can barely see above it. He can hear the rustle of the sand, and the splash of the water. His mother had entered the water to drink, as if on cue, he could feel his tongue go dry. He wants so badly to join his mother, to drink and to eat. Yes, he could eat the few bites of grass back at home, but he still relies on his mom for nutrients.