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The Bleeding Moon-Chapter 2The following morning, Luna stood waiting for Twain to show up by the old dead tree. The tree was a favourite meeting spot for the young foals, because it gave shelter from rain on the days when it lashed down at them. This was one of those days. Luna’s mother had almost stopped her from going, but Luna had insisted, and she was far more stubborn than her mother, she got that from her sire. Luna was about to turn and head home when she saw Twain walking towards her, but something was wrong with the way he was walking. He was limping.The Bleeding Moon-Chapter 2
Luna sprang into action, immediately rushing to her friend’s side to support him. Twain
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The Bleeding Moon-Chapter 1When Luna awoke the following morning, the brightness of it was strange to her, and her eyes took a while to get used to it, but it was not unpleasant. She realised that things could be seen more clearly in the day, and she guessed it must be the reason for sleeping in the night time. Her emerald orbed scanned the horizon for her sire, she wanted to play with him. Her mother was still asleep, and Luna didn’t want to wake her, because she knew her mother needed more sleep. She did not see her father, but she saw other horses that looked about as young as her, so she decided she would play with them.The Bleeding Moon-Chapter 1
She got up, careful
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The Bleeding Moon-IntroductionHigh in the dark sky, the silver moon was dwarfed by the vastness of black emptiness. On this night no wind whispered its soft lullaby through the trees, no branches jingled, nor were there the usual sounds of an evening in the wilds. It was this night that a new child was born to a herd of horses. This child will be the focus of our tale, so we must mention her in the beginning.The Bleeding Moon-Introduction
The mare Camomile lay in they soft long grass, just away from the herd, and went into labour. It was painful for her, as it was her first, and the first are always the most difficult to birth. The mare’s breathing became more and more laboured
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The story is awesome! keep writing or I'll bite you! XD
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"Yea, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil - for you are with me."
When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you.
Awesome icon by ~Shadowkitten20!!
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You understand... It is too far.
I cannot take this body along with me. It is too heavy.
Left behind, it will only be an old cast-off shell.
There is nothing sad about an old shell.
~~~~The Little Prince
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