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Submitted: October 23, 2017

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Submitted: October 23, 2017




By Kate Hughes.


I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see anything. I remembered the pain that I had felt just minutes before and tested my limbs. There was no pain, it was miraculous! I looked around, the darkness seemed to flow around me like a thick liquid. It was odd.


Suddenly a path seemed to materialize out of the darkness, I realized that I had nothing better to do, I set off along the path. As I walked, I realized there was no sound, the darkness was silent, and my feet made no sound on the smooth surface of the path.


I had no idea where I was going, but then again it didn’t matter, nothing mattered anymore. I realized that I was dead. That this peace was the afterlife. I understood, and I thought about this fact as a walked down the path. As I walked the darkness seemed to recede a little and I saw in front of me a small cottage and a stable. I continued walking toward the home and saw that there was a teenaged boy sitting on the porch of the little house.


I walked closer and he stood and walked toward me. Then he spoke, the first sound I had heard so far.

“hello, you are Valorie.” He said to me. It was more of a statement then a question.  “Do you know why you are here?” I nodded, it was obvious that I was dead. “Good, that way I don’t have to break it to you. That makes my job easier. Your smart. That’s why I made you walk. Thought you’d figure it out! Anyway, I have someone who I think you want to see.” I was puzzled, who could it possibly be? I don’t have any friends or family, I was an orphan and I didn’t care anymore. My brothers were both still alive and kicking, I had absolutely no idea who I was going to see or who the boy was. He led me around the house and toward the stable. I heard an exited Winnie from inside the barn. I recognized the sound and looked at the boy. He nodded, and I broke into a run, skidding to a stop in front of the closed barn door. I was waiting for the boy to catch up, but the excitement overpowered my judgment as I open the wide doors and ran inside. There was Arin.


I wheeled around and saw the boy behind me.

“Arin” I wisped.

“yes, she has been waiting for you for some time. “

“your saying that she has been hear since I got her killed last year?”

“yes, she has been here since then, but it was far from your flat.”

Arin was my horse. My horse who had died at the point of an arrow intended for me. We were running through the forest and an arrow came down out of a tree and struck her, I made her run to the edge of the forest as she bled out of the wound in her side. She had lost two much blood by the time we reached the safety of the barn where she died and apparently came here. We had had the closest relationship that a horse and her rider could possibly have. I was distraught.

“Arin” I whispered again this time to the horse and she whinnied again in impatience. I walked toward her and when I reached her she nuzzled me, and I held her head.

“oh, my girl” said “I love you so much Arin!”  I turned back to the boy standing next to me.

“thank you, how can I ever repay you?” I asked.

“you can stay here with me and her and you can forgive everyone who has ever caused you pain, including the men that sent you here. You can stay with me.”

“yes, but there’s one thing, who are you?”

“I don’t know how you want me to put this for I have Meany names, I am that I am as some say, but if you are going to stay, you can call me brother. I take many forms, but I thought that you could use a brother right now but over time I can become a friend and after that… so much more.” 

“that sounds amassing, I’ll stay.” I said. And I jumped up onto Arin and so did my new friend who was a brother to me. We took off the three of us, we ran, and the path stretched out in front of us as we rode into the darkness, the bliss that was my new life here in haven.



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