She peeked over the top of the stall. His long white mane was dirty and matted with hay woven in, while his coat shone dully and his fur unkempt. His black eyes were weary and sad. While his horn pulsed with a dying light. Her heartbroke. She ducked down again as tears blurred her vision. His face was..she couldn’t think about it. She remembred when she first saw him. How majestic he was. Why did she have to take away his freedom? She tiptoed into the tack room, where a rope hung limply. She walked back to his stall. Her heart beat in her chest trying to break free and throbbed in her ears. Her breath quickened as she unlatched his stall and slipped. He snorted in question, as she tied to coarse rope on his soft neck. Gently she led him outside and into the meadow. The rope dropped from his neck.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted a friend. But I will be alone forever in slavery. Go!” She whispered through her tears. He trotted, then looked back.
“I will be back for you.” He said before galloping away.