Verity woke up to a bright new day but she didn’t feel so bright herself. With her beautiful, silvery-blue coat, and sparkly, silver horn Verity knew she was not the same as the other horses. Yes, they all ran and played boisterously together and enjoyed the same luscious, green grass and crispy, red apples but she was the only one who looked like her. That was why she had to stay in the middle of the herd, or in the middle of her group of friends as they ran together… always… never really able to run her full speed or test her limits as she wanted. But don’t get me wrong, Verity was happy and had a good life, there just comes a time when you need to do what you’re created to do and Verity had arrived at that stage in her life. For example, you may be a young boy or girl and have a gift of music, there comes a day when you will spend more time learning and playing your instrument than you would spend at painting or drawing, this is where we find Verity… knowing that she had a purpose inside her but not yet knowing what that purpose was but wanting to find it and start learning how to use whatever that talent may be!
“Okay Verity, let’s go over this one more time, I know there’s a mystery here!” said Strawberry. Verity’s closest friend, Strawberry had a love for mystery and adventure, she was a thinker and problem solver and would grow up to be a great help to the herd if she continued to develop her talents. “So-ooooo are you going to retell the story or am I?” she quizzically questioned Verity with a glint of humour in her eyes. “Humph, you and your mystery” exclaimed Verity. “Ok, here goes it!” “They say I was taken into the herd as a newborn foal (I don’t know anything about my herd). The leaders were told that I was never to be seen by humans and that this was very important because of my silver-blue coat and sparkly horn, that, by-the-way, no one else seems to have and that’s it! Here I am.” “Interesting, ver-rry interesting” mused Strawberry “Oh Straw, you know all that already, how is it VER-RRY INTERESTING!!” laughed Verity. “Well, I don’t know it just is and I will get to the bottom of it or my name is not Strawberry Holmes!” declared Strawberry. “Ha Ha, you’re name already isn’t Strawberry Holmes” cried Verity as she rolled on the grass with laughter. “It’s a figure of speech Ver! Come on let’s run” proclaimed Strawberry as she neighed to the other youngsters standing nearby and together they all ran across the hills back to the main herd.
That night as they all huddled together to sleep, Verity couldn’t shake Strawberry’s comment about it being a mystery. The reason why was because she knew there was questions that needed to be answered, that she had to be here for a reason! What did happen to her parents and her herd? Where are the horses like her, with a horn on their foreheads? Verity knew she had to get some answers and that meant one thing, finding the horse elders, they would have to know who she was and why she was here. Only the top leaders in the herd had seen the elders but the story goes they live way high up in a secluded spot on Foia, the inner mountain of the golden mountain range. She nudged Strawberry and whispered “I must speak with the horse elders soon” and a half asleep Strawberry mumbled, “Count me in Ver, adventure is my middle name” Verity giggled to herself, “What is it with her and names” and then as she drifted off into sleep soberly thought to herself, “Okay Verity, are you really ready for this?”
For indeed just getting there would be an adventure in itself!
To be continued…