Evie walked through the stable doors, unaware of the loud piercing whinny that rang through the air.

She pushed past the piles and piles of old Christmas decorations, saddle blankets, and rugs. The dust gathered around her, the musty smell of horse manuer making her gag.

The ground shook, and she grabbed the nearest object and clung to it like a bug.

The shaking stopped, and she continued her search for Cam.

The decorations and supplies began suffocating her, and she stepped into one of the stalls for air.

That’s when she found him out in the yard trying to restrain a huge white stallion.

Having no time to run back out or search for the exit, Evie climbed out the window, splattering her perfectly white dress with dark brown mud.

She rushed to the horse, holding back tears.

Cam ran to her and tackled her to the ground.

“Stop, stop you’re hurting him!” She screamed at the men with lassos around his neck trying to pin him to the ground.

“Evie we have it under control!” Cam yelled, still holding her by the arms.

She kept struggling until Cam couldn’t hold her anymore.

The men yelled warnings at her, but she didn’t care.

The horse looked at her with wild bloodshot eyes.

“Andromedus it’s me, Evie!” She yelled again.

No movement.

“Remember me?” She held out her hand as if she were holding berries like the day they’d met.

Andromedus landed on the ground, and Evie shot a menacing glare at the men.

They backed off.

She focused all of her attention on Andromedus, drawing him in by sending memories and gentle scenes of her helping other creatures.

When he got close enough she gently reached for his lead line.

He stared at her but didn't move.

She wrapped her hand around the hard rope, and took a step back.

Andromedus flinched.

She stepped back again.

He followed.

The process repeated until she had gotten him safely inside the pasture gates.

Then she turned and glared at Cam, who was staring at her in bewilderment.

“You know he gets nervous during storms, Cam. You’d think as a horse expert you’d know not to do that!” Evie yelled, slapping his arm.

But he had gone pale.

“Evie, there’s no clouds in the sky.”

She turned to where he was pointing.

He was right.

There were no clouds.

But there was no sun either.