White Horse

She was beautiful, once. You can still see her elegance. In times now passed, this great beast carried her rider with confidence. Her brilliant white coat was like freshly fallen snow. Her stride was steady and true. She galloped with fervor and rushed into battle. She crossed mountains, rivers and distance with ease. The harshest winters came and went. The summer suns beat down. The rains poured in torrents. But her head never fell. She was victorious through it all. Her rider cared for her and she for her rider. Every step they took was a step taken together. Every mile passed was a solid bond formed. The days became months. The months became years. New riders came and went. Always, she did her best. Always, she was victorious. Some spread stories that she was immortal, an unwavering steed that just wasn't of this world. But she knew better. She new she was tired. Her hooves were warn. Her coat, now faded and scuffed. Occasionally, her knees would begin to buckle and her steps faltered. Her rider would let her rest. Her rider would pad her coat gently. Together they pressed on. Each relied upon the other. On a day just like any other, her rider saw something unbelievable. She couldn't rise on her own. She was awake and willing, but her legs would not hold her. Her rider brought food and water to her side. As the rider padded her coat, she rose once more. She was determined. She was a soldier. She had a final victory to achieve. They continued. Alas, she found herself weary at the end of each day. She began to drop her head slightly. She wandered along in a fog. Then it happened again. Her rider packed up and got ready to ride. But she would not budge. She awoke to her riders gentle prompting, but she was unable to rise. She hung her head. With her heart broken, she began to give up. Then she heard her riders footsteps. Her rider knelt by her head, placed a hand on her neck and whispered "You are still beautiful". The words found her ears. Her eyes opened. Her once heavy heart began to lift. Then she began to lift. She had to. Her rider needed her.

 The End

 Sorry. I was in a bit of a dramatic mood. We broke down for the second time. But "she" is back up and running. It actually happened right after my last post. It was a mess and then we were very busy. Today we finally got a rest. Hope you enjoyed :)