Well, I was bored today, and this story just sorta popped into my head. It's one I've been thinking about for a little bit but I hadn't decided what to do with it. I'm ok with how this turned out, I guess. I haven't decided whether or not I like it, so reviews would be great, good or bad so long as it's constructive critisism. Tell me whether or not you like it. Thanks!



When we were growing up, she was always playing with horses. Plastic horses, stuffed horses, rubber horses, anything that was a reasonable substitute for a real horse. She even had a rocking horse. Mother wouldn't let her get near a real one. They were too dangerous.

She always loved to gallop around the house and yard, on all fours. She was a funny sight, galloping and hopping and kicking like a horse. We all laughed and said how cute she was. Nobody ever realized how it really was. Nobody ever thought to keep her from her horsy antics.

I'm the only one who knows what happened. Everybody else thought she just disappeared. They all thought I was mad and, like her, obsessed with horses after that day.

It was Friday the thirteenth. I wasn't superstitious then, so I didn't suspect anything would happen. But it did. And it was horrible. Well, it was for everyone but me. Nobody else knew what happened.

We were walking along the sidewalk near the horses. Well, I was walking. She was on all fours, as usual. We were talking about horses, also as usual. It was all she ever spoke about. Horses, horses, horses. I had seen the horses in the field all the time, but she hadn't ever. Mother wouldn't let her near one. I suppose that maybe, just maybe, her motherly instincts told her not to let her youngest daughter near one.

When we got near the gate, a horse galloped up. He was a beautiful black stallion with white socks, mane, tail, and a white star on his forehead. I reached out to pet him. His name was Starflight. He was the fastest and most beautiful horse in the enclosure.

She reached out to touch him. Starflight bent his nose down to her, to let her pet him and kiss him and scratch his mane, where she said it itched. Then, before I knew what was happening, Starflight had backed away and she had hopped over the fence.

I told her to come back. I told her that it was dangerous. That it was a bad idea, and that Mother wouldn't like it if she found out. She just whinnied at me. That was another thing. She never laughed. She whinnied.

She went off, galloping on all fours. Starflight followed, racing. I stood at the fence, watching apprehensively, calling her periodically. She didn't listen. She never did.

She galloped around for an hour or more. I was starting to get impatient, although it was a nice sight, seeing her have so much fun. But Mother would be waiting, and I didn't want to be the one to get in trouble. I called one more time.

She came galloping back and stood at the fence, an odd sight, since she almost never stood on her two feet. She was red from all the running she had been doing in the sun. She walked up to where I was standing by the fence and gave me a tremendous hug. Then she backed away, smiling so happily that I had to smile back. Then she galloped away to the middle of the field.

What happened then is still hard for me to talk about. She stood there, on all fours, smiling like her dream had just come true. Then her legs started to shrink, and her arms started to grow. Her hair grew long, and seemed to extend all the way to her lower back. It was still brown and curly as it had always been, but longer, and somehow prettier.

The red of her skin started to deepen and strengthen. I thought she was becoming ill. I called her name. She just looked at me with shining eyes. Her mouth, which had been smiling, grew longer and horsy. Then she was gone. A beautiful horse, more beautiful even than Starflight stood in her stead. She was a deep red, with reddish-brown mane and tail. She trotted up to me.

Green eyes, so much like my sisters', regarded me. There was intelligence in them. She was still my sister, but different. I hugged her and began crying.

Distant police sirens grew louder and louder, until they were right behind me. Men took my arms away from my sister's neck and asked me where she was. I shook my head, tears still pouring down my face, and pointed to her. They told me that that was a horse and what had happened to my sister? I only shook my head.

My mother's face appeared in front of mine. She asked me where she was. I shook my head and pointed and pointed, but nobody paid any attention.

I never spoke to anyone after that.

I went to the horse field every day to visit the beautiful red and brown horse. She always came to me when I walked the mile there, and always nuzzled me and let me hug her. I think she remembers me.

When I was eighteen my parents decided to move, and they took me with them. I was ill, they said, and I wasn't ready to go off on my own. But I wouldn't leave my sister, and I stayed out in the field for two days before they found me, huddled up next to her. They bought her from her owner, and Starflight as well. He was getting old, the owners said, and needed a bigger pasture than what they had. Mother and Father agreed, and we moved to a place up in the mountains with a lake and over a mile of pasture.

They asked me what I would name my new horse. I shook my head, crying. I already knew her name, and I wasn't going to name her anything different. When I wouldn't say anything, they asked me to write it down. I agreed. When they handed me the piece of paper, I wrote Epona, after the Roman horse goddess. It was my private nickname for my sister, and one that they couldn't put to my 'madness.'

The next day, I was out in the pasture with the horses, and I stood up and told my sister what I had told my parents. She just looked at me and gave me a horsy smile.