A/N: I wanted to put up a pic of Pilgrim but it wouldn't let me. If you would like to see one you can go to my myspace. Im under ♥Nikki♥

Were flying over jumps and seems like we were invicible. It's a perfect day. Day two to be exact. The dressage was the day before and that was always our weak point of eventing.

Today was the show jumping and so far our day was perfect. No faults or time penalties. Pilgrim wasn't fighting my silent orders to him but more like asking me what to do next and listening when I told him.

He arched over the fences not once hitting a pole. We were coming up to the second to last jump a big huge bright blue oxer. It must have been at least 3'9.

"Now?" I heard Pilgrim silently ask and we glided closer to the humoungus fence.

"No." I told him holding him back a bit.

His ears swiveled a little and I released the rein pressure a little telling him yes before he even got the chance to ask again. I felt his power haunches push off the ground and right then I knew, I knew this jump would be perfect.

But something must have went wrong because the next thing I knew the ground was rushing up to meet me and I fell into a dark silence...

...BANG...

I woke up in a panic. My heart was racing but I didn't know why. I looked down to see my right wrist in a cast and my mindle finger on my left hand in a little metal brace. Then it all rushed back to me.

Day Two, how perfect it was, not knocking any poles, then the big oxer, going over it...and that was all I could remember...

...BANG...

The loud noise echoed inside my head and my heart started racing again. Pilgrim...that was all I could think about as I scrambled out of bed, rushing almost falling down the stairs and banging open the door.

Pilgrim...I though as I ran to the barn. My mother was there, along with the vet. But most importantly was that my mother had tears falling from her eyes. No...I thought as I pushed trough my mothers arms stepping into the barn.

I walked silently to Pilgrims stall. I looked at the gold stall plate I had gotten him for his fourth birthday.

April 21, 2006. I look at his cooler folded on my tack box insted of on the blanket bar like the other horses because he liked to rip it off. My mind proccessed that I was stalling.

I didn't want to open the stall and confirm my greatest fear. I slid the bolt open...slowing opening the door...

I didn't scream. Althought everyone said I did when they talked about my story. I didn't sob either but instead silently let tears of sadness, of pain, and of heartbreak glide down my cheeks.

Memories flashed through my mind like a silent slideshow I couldn't shut off.

The first time I saw him at Islandia Farms...Nursing him back to health through his shipping fever...telling Joanna what I thought his name should be...

Pilgrim...cleaning the snot from his nose for two weeks straight...singing to him...taking him on trail for the first time...riding him in my lessons with Jimmy...

The heartbreak when I thought he might go to auction and I would lose him forever...the joy when my mother bought him for me...bringing him home...

Him taking off on me in the park...trailering him to Islandia for our first lesson together with Marie...

Our first jump...Our first show...

I was never the same after that. I stopped eating as much as I should have. I stopped going out with freinds. Didn't really speak unless I had to. I never rode again, never even stepped foot in any barn again.

When my mother tried to put a new horse in Pilgrims stall I screamed at her. I knew I was being pathetic. My friends didn't understand. Thay all had at least two horses so they couldn't understand the bond I had shared with Pilgrim.

"The bond that made us different from everyone eles.", Marie once said.

Pilgrim...even now it still hurts to think about him. Like a razorblade slicing through my heart.

But it wouldn't hurt so much soon. I was dying. Though nobody really could tell. I was perfectly healthy, well except for my eating habbits. But it didn't matter how healthy I was.

I was dying of heartbreak. I stepped into the barn for the first time in five years and as I layed in Pilgrims stall, the bedding still not changed from that day, I closed my eyes knowing that when I woke up I would be with him again...

...My Music Of Night...Pilgrim.

So what did you think? This isn't an actual event but a reoccuring dream I had after reading Riding Lessons from Sarah Gruen. It's a good book, If you like horses, riding and drama. Ok so now I did my part of writing the story, it's your turn. So go review. lol.

Nikki