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Chenille paused in her tracks, her eyes wide open, her mouth slowly opening to hang slack jawed at the unexpected sight before her. There was no mistaking, even from the back, the dark horse that stood before her drinking from the stream that meandered just behind her backyard. Certainly, he had to come from somewhere as she was positive that her folks hadn't purchased a horse for her. Besides, where would she keep such an animal with only a half-acre lot? Still, there was no reason that she couldn't at least observe the magnificent beast as it drank its fill from a stream that held little attraction, aside from the guppies that someone had dumped in it long ago. Most of the fish were no longer as colorful as in earlier years, having reverted to a wild state once more.
Then the beautiful creature lifted his head causing Chenille to gasp. Her angle hadn't provided her with a view of his awesome horn that she now saw, dispelling any notions of ordinary equine heritage. He turned toward her and stared as Chenille's mouth opened and closed without uttering a word while her eyes continued to feast upon his features. Somehow, though she'd later be hard-pressed to explain how, she managed to step closer to the beautiful creature whose head stood just a hand taller than herself. Chenille stretched out a hand and shuddered when her fingers came into contact with the rich coat of the unicorn's neck without scaring him off. Her hand wandered up naturally to his head and only barely touched the horn to ascertain that it wouldn't give itself away as fake by wobbling when touched.
For a moment, Chenille thought she was getting dizzy or ill. It took thatmoment for the sudden swirling images that invaded her mind to settle before she understood what had just happened to her. Then she knew, without further explanation, something magical had taken place upon touching him.
"You want a ride?"
"Oh my, I can understand you."
"That happens to those who are harmonious with my own vibrations of being. You've gained the gift of many tongues. If you do not, then I'll be on my way."
"You're actually offering me a ride?"
"You don't believe me?"
"Well, sure, but you don't have a saddle."
"You won't need one. I won't try to throw you. Be quick about it. I don't want to remain here much longer. It's not safe for me."
"Well, uh, yes. I'd like a ride. Can you bend down some so I can climb on?"
The unicorn kneeled just enough so Chenille could swing one blue-jeaned leg across while grabbing a handful of mane. She was just barely seated when the world disappeared.
"Where are..." she started to ask, only to have one of the swirling images she absorbed earlier come to the forefront of her mind showing her that she was traveling through time and space as only a dark unicorn could. "Never mind, I think I know now."
"You're assimilating the knowledge you gained. That is good. Will you help me free the others?"
For a moment, Chenille struggled to grasp what Thunder? Yes, she suddenly realized his name was Thunder. For a brief moment, she sorted through the images he'd passed on to her when she touched his horn. Slowly, she understood that others of his kind, unable to travel through time as he could, were imprisoned. "It's not easy, Thunder."
"If it was easy, I could do it myself."
"I meant, understanding the knowledge you gave me. It's all so jumbled."
"Ah, well, you'll understand more and more with experience. It's been a long time since I've been with a human. Not many are capable of relating. Quite possibly, you're not a perfect match. That could be why the knowledge is so jumbled as you call it. If so, I'll try to keep that in mind before expecting you to always understand what I mean. But you're still very young, so there's time to learn."
"I'm seventeen, I'll have you know!"
"And I'm well over forty in your system of counting years. Believe me, it's not easy for me to keep track since I can travel through time," Thunder replied.
Copyright © 2005 David L. Kuzminski