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Prologue:
I crouched on the floor, examining the tracks. They were fresh which meant the horses had passed through here not that long ago. I had tracked them for three days now and I was making record time. I already knew the horse I would choose when I finally caught up with them. She was a beautiful chestnut horse with a long mane and honey coloured eyes. I had fallen in love with her the moment I saw her and I knew that our bond could be strong. I ran forward, my bow drawn. What I had to do was horrible, but it was the most effective way of forming a bond with your stead.
I came to a clump of bushes and peered through, spotting my target. The horses were grazing in a clearing with my stead near the edge of the group. It was lucky, but I couldn’t rely on luck to get me through this. I skirted the group keeping out of sight until I was level with my horse. I drew back my bow and took aim; I had to hit the correct spot or she would bolt and I would have to spend more time tracking them down. I loosed the arrow and it hit her, squarely in her flank. She whinnied pitifully and I felt so bad. The rest of the herd bolted in terror, she attempted to follow them but her front legs buckled and brayed timidly. I dodged back the way I had come to the clump of bushes. I ran forward from this direction so it appeared that I had not shot the arrow. I ran up to my steed and looked into her eyes. My eyes glowed green and she lay down, obeying my command. I gently pulled out the arrow and held my hands over the wound, they glowed blue and the cut began to heal. I whispered comforting words to her. She tried to stand but I held her down with a strong grip. The wound soon closed. She stood up and rested her head on mine. I stood up too and reached out my hand, she placed her head in it showing her acceptance of me. I stroked her muzzle, pleased with myself. I moved to her side and pulled myself onto her back taking hold of her mane to allow me to guide her. I kicked her gently. She whinnied, setting off at a canter back through the woods towards our camp. The camp of the Riders.
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