Kaira stared at the stallion, mesmerized. He can’t be real. Yet, there he was before her, just as she remembered from her dreams: his black-tipped nose, long black mane and tail, four black stocking legs, and a snow-white coat. Her dream was alive. It was too incredible to be true.

Images from her dreams now rushed into her mind: riding the stallion through lush green meadows and over grassy hills, relaxing at quiet pools, walking side-by-side as the sun would set in its golden glow. She pulled herself from the mental images and stared at the real vision in front of her, watching him jerk his head away from the groom holding his noose, the whites of his eyes showing. She sighed and the stallion, as if suddenly aware of her presence, turned his eyes on her. As their eyes connected, a strange thi...

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