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Chapter 3

Shaking, and hiding behind the continently placed rock, I peeked over the top of it to see Necromancer not moving at all. Just looking at me. I said shakily "Y-y-you can

t-t-alk??"

He just looked at me and said "Duh."

His voice was not human, but not alien. It was a dark, soothing voice. I found myself listening to the voice, not the words. Just the sound. It was hypnotizing, alien yet human. I thought back to the diagrams at the vet's office. No, horses aren't supposed to be able to talk. But what scared me the most is how he understood English. I looked at him and said, kind of stupidly, "What are you?"

Necromancer gazed right through me with his eyes. If you've ever seen a horse's eye, now imagine that staring straight at you with human intelligence. Now you see why I was frightened. He said "I'm a horse, stupid. My name is Necromancer, or that is what you call me. I've had many names, but you can call me whatever you see fit."

Saying the first and major question I had, I asked, "How did you learn English?"

He never took his eye off me. He said, in that mesmerizing voice, "Can we talk later? Please continue to stitch me up. I am in pain."

I agreed, and walked slowly toward him. He was breathing deeply now, and I could tell by his quickened pulse he was in pain. I looked at the wound, and asked "Does it hurt when I put the needle in?"

He said "Yes, but it must be done so I can heal properly. I will not say anything during the procedure." I picked up my tools that I had dropped, washed them in alcohol so they would be clean.

I offered some sedative, but he shook his head. Apparently he knows more about human behavior that I thought. When I finished stitching the outer layer of skin, Necromancer stood up. Being 16 2, and me being 6'3", our eyes were about the same height. I stared at him, and he stared back at me.

He said "You probably have a lot of questions. How did a horse learn English? How did a horse copy human behavior? And how can a horse talk in the first place? Correct?"

I just looked at him, and nodded.

"Sit down," he said in his soothing voice. I sat myself down on the rock, and he stood over me.

And so his story began: "I was a perfectly normal foal. My mother was a dressage horse, my father was a jumper, and none of them were able to talk. I have never met another horse who can talk. Why I can, I don't know. I learned English from the race track, and as a foal listening to people in the barn and walking on the side of the road. When I started using my voice, my owner got rid of me. I scared her, I guess. An animal speaking English is apparently a very scary thing. So after that, I vowed never to talk around humans again. I practiced using my voice in the back pasture when there were no humans around. Other horse's don't understand what I say either, or how I talk. So I was no different to them. But when I saw you, I knew you were special. You treated me like a human, not like a horse. No owner has ever done that before, so I knew now was the time. I have not scared you, have I human?"

I said, "No. And my name is Chris. Not human. Can you call me Chris, please?"

Necromancer answered, "Yes, Chris."

By now, Kelly was up. She was running to where I was, as she has heard me get the medical kit, and apparently had been very slow to get up. Necromancer looked at me, and said "I will not talk around other humans. Do not try to prove I can talk, as I will not back you up, and you will look like a fool. This is a secret. It must go to NO one. Do you understand?"

I looked at him, and said "Yes."

With that, he began to eat, just like a normal horse. When Kelly came running up, she saw the new stitches in Necromancer's chest, saw my bloody hands, and asked me what happened. I explained, "I got out here this morning, and found him cut up. Apparently he ran himself into a fence, even though I walked it with him. But something odd happened while I was stitching him up"

Necromancer walked up to me, and nuzzled my arm. I then remembered the conversation we had, and bit my tongue back. I covered by saying, "Your scissors kept slipping. I think you need a sharper pair."

Kelly nodded, and made sure I was ok, and went back into the house.