A Black Eye// (open)

My families farm had always been the safest part of my world. Our open green fields stretched as far as the eyes could see, I never knew why but the fact that it was only us family around. I always loved sitting the white painted fences and watching the horses. That was exactly what I did today. I was sitting high upon the fence, scratching my beloved Frost between his ears. He just stood there, happily enjoying my nurturing.

It was so peaceful out there, not like in the house were my big family always ran around. Playing, fighting or simply talking,, to me they always made too much sound. I preferred the silent ones, the animals. I'd always been an animal lover, maybe because I grew up on a farm, I'm not sure.

About an hour later, I had already mounted one of my families horses. Not Frost, no, today I was supposed to ride Break, the horse my brother Atlas was supposed to take over when he got of age. I had been working with getting Break in form for month now, with great progress. At first, he had been impossible to even put a saddle on. By now, he even accepted a rider in all tempos. He was still kind of jumpy though, way to jumpy for an eight year old boy, and that's why I'm training him.

Anyways, as I rode along one of my normal forest paths, I reached up the old abandoned house me and my siblings used to tell ghost stories about. I know it's silly and that ghosts doesn't exist, but I still get the thrills whenever I hear a spooky sound. Break must have felt that, because he was even jumpier then usual. As we rode across the garden of the house, he spotted a girl sitting by a tree before I did. He suddenly threw himself sideways. I grabbed on to his mane and managed keeping myself on his back, even if it was close. When I got my balance back, it didn't take long before I managed calming him down. "Oh lord. You sure did scare us" I told the girl, with a polite smile. I had no idea anyone else ever kept around here.

Ever since I was a child, I spend most of my time on horseback. Momma says I had amazing horseriding skills before I could even walk properly, at least to be a child that you. I always prefered to ride before other animals, and my love for horses are just so strong. I love all of my families horses, but my own are so special to me. Frost is my best friend, he's my beautiful black stallion who is more or less my bestfriend.


The brown stallion who's back I was sitting on that moment were still stepping around nervously. His eyes were searching the area, as if they expected to see a ghost or anything. A chill went down my back. I know its silly, but I always been very scared of ghosts. Momma says there all no ghosts, and I should not be that silly but I think they do exsist. I wouldn't tell anyone about it, because its embarrassing but I'm sure I hear them in my house at times. Sometimes, it sounds like somebody is walking in the stairs, even though the house is empty. Sometimes lights get turned on all the sudden. My momma says its my head playing tricks with me, but I don't believe that for a second. I had to calm myself down, because Break was sensing my fear. He was a very delicate horse that needed a stabil rider with a firm hand, which was exactly why I got to train him instead of my siblings.  It was mostly like that, but my siblings helps out in other ways. They cook, take care of eachoter, wash or help out with the cattle.

"Sorry about that, dear. I was mistaken to think I'd be the only one hanging out here! Whats your horses name?" The girl told me. A polite answer. The young girl says. She has to be just a few years older than me. She's pretty, in a personal way. The  kind of looks that are easily recognized. I think it has to do with her face, but I'm not sure. She's very skinny, which wasn't that uncommon here in the district. I was lucky, living in one of the wealthiest families of the district. I never tasted starvation, or any other desperate need for that matter. 


"Oh no, no need to apologize! Completely my mistake, I ask for your forgivness in case we scared you" I let my fingers braid themselves in to Breaks mane. "We call him Break, ain't he just so beautiful?" I said, smiling friendly to her.

I hated the way people seemed to change as fast as they found out that I belonged to a rich family. Our ranch was rather famous around the district, mostly because of it's size. We do own it together with my uncle and his family though, and it's not like we are super-rich. I always felt kind of gulity about it, that our land would probably be enough for all of the homeless of district 10, still we kept it to ourselves. I didn't consider myself to be a spoiled little brat, but maybe I was, sitting on my big brown stallion - who was not the only horse waiting for me in the stable. I felt so ashamed, I have to just change the subject.

"I think I do know it actually! Is it surrounded by some other as cosy houses? I ride around here a lot," I explained, while smiling politely towards the girl called Oriana. Break was turned his head around and pushed me carefully on the leg with his head, as if he wanted to encourage me to keep going.

Would I dare to ask? I knew most of the kids around here had horses, but none of my friends had. I'd always wanted somebody to ride with, and maybe this was my opportunity. I had even offered my friends to borrow any of our horses that were in their riding level, but they always refused even putting a  hand on them. So silly, how could they be scared of such a beautiful creatures? "Do you ever ride? We got some horses at our farm that would need some exercise, and I sure would love to have some company some day.."