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TChuckling the little mare wandered trough the forest. She stood perfectly still, made a sudden jump and began racing around the trees. She was alone. It was like she had always been alone, with no living soul to look after her. Time after time she escaped from her nannies, time after time she escaped the feeling of being controlled. That was what they were trying to do, they controlled her and tried to form her into a well behaved youngster. But she didn’t want to be well behaved. The only thing she wanted to be was free. And she was, again.
She skipped around a big cedar, stood perfectly still again and then scared a squirrel to death by jumping just beside where his fluffy, red tail was touching the ground. The little thing froze in fear for a few seconds. After that, it fled away to the darker part of the woods. The part she wasn’t supposed to explore. There were many, many rules she should be following, but at the moment there was only one rule she hadn’t broken. Yet. It was repeated with such a fearfilled tone that even she was a little scared to break it.
When she asked what it was that she was supposed to be scared of, she could expect the same answer, time after time. ‘The things that are lurking in the shadows.’ ’Not a he? Or a she?’ ‘No, it doesn’t have no gender.’ ’So it’s an it.’ ‘Yes. It. Stay away from it.’
For one time, she had just nodded in agreement. It sounded really dangerous.
But not anymore. She was warned for the last time a few days ago, and it couldn’t really bother her anymore. So she was standing, just standing, at the border between light and dark, good and bad, just trying to see the things she was supposed to be afraid of. But she didn’t see anything but darkness, screaming a faceless pain. And it didn’t scare her away. It was calling for her. A painful, faceless call.