March Story Contest
“Trickster!” “Trick- it’s no hope…” The girl sighed; she had been calling for over half an hour now and still hadn’t found what she was looking for. Her only friend. She sat on an old tree stump and waited… And waited… Until SNAP! Everything around her went blank. The forest seemed to lay motionless. She lay motionless, her head throbbing, the tiniest drip of water seemed like a waterfall! A waterfall that silenced her life.
Dead, dead. A voice ringed through the forest. Weakness filled her numbed limbs even more. Her heart pounding so hard she thought it would fly out any minute. That would be it. She would die out here. Her best friend would have to fend for himself if someone didn’t find him quick. She was weak and helpless, nothing or no one could help her now, and she knew that in less than half an hour she would be nothing. Awaiting a second life. Suddenly there was a thud in the distance. She called out with fear… “HELP, HELP ME.”
It sounded like something familiar. Like friend familiar. Then she realized who it was, just before she had given up, she called out… “TRICKSTER!” There was a whinny then silence, a silence that shushed the earth, a silence that would haunt Jordana for many years to come. Her friend, her only friend, was standing right there, his big black tail swishing from side to side, his mane braided like Jordana had left it. Everybody knew that she and Trickster had a close connection but who knew he would come for her in her darkest hour…
“Trickster…” she mumbled, “lie down, come on… There’s a good boy… Steady now.” And with that Trickster laid down, waiting for Jordana to clamber on to the black pony’s sleek back, however Trickster had run away without a saddle; just a scruffy bridle remained on the Connemara’s gentle head.
Once Jordana was securely on trickster’s back she grabbed hold of the reins and kicked the black stallion into a trot, only to find her self screaming out into the endless landscape of trees, Trickster heard the mysterious noise and galloped of into the sunset, sending Jordana flying forward onto the pony’s neck…She tried to sit back but it was no use and she ended up tumbling down a low hill at the edge of the woods, but when she turned around she saw the real horror… Trickster hadn’t stopped in time… He was falling down to the hard rocky terrain below. Could she be in danger of losing her best friend forever?
Fears of losing Trickster forever started to creep into Jordana’s mind, luckily trickster had only fallen half way and was lying opposite the grassy verge where Jordana had fallen. Quickly she ran up to where he was lying, to find her fears where all fake... Her best friend was alive, although he would need a vet to help him recover from his injuries…