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The Red and the White Beauty

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By Sierra CostanzoPublished 7 years ago 4 min read
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Red flows through the snow covered forest as the snow falls, each footstep silent as the red runs from the evil behind her, the blonde hair flowing around the red, her red lips moist with vapor, blue eyes looks for a safe place to hide. Red runs through the moon lit forest, cold and lost, frightened by the darkness, she runs until she cant run anymore.

Ahead a break in the darkness to a small meadow where the moon glistens on the fresh snow. She sits in the middle, safe from the darkness, she hugs her knees to her chest as she cries. The snow falls onto her red and into her long hair. The red glows as if an aura of light surrounded her, as the moon shines upon her.

Silently white beauty appears in front of her, breathing heavily as the warm vapor blows from its nose. She sees its strong legs and slowly follows them up to the muscular chest, up the powerful neck and into the eyes of the white beauty as it stands there watching her. She slowly reaches up to touch its nose but the white beast hesitates and pulls back. She stops and stares at its elegance and grace, and into its soul as it stares back deep into her soul. She can feel the warmth inside her as the white beauty with hair to the ground and white as the snow burn into her soul.

The red slowly stands still staring into the beauty's eyes too entranced to look away, and she slowly reaches her hand out in front of her and waits. With every slow step, the white stallion walks to her hand. He rests his nose on her palm and puts his head down in acceptance. She then wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face into his warm neck entangling her fingers into his long mane.

White stallion pulls back slowly and only a few feet away from her bows waiting for her to take a chance. She slowly hops on and as the stallion rises she holds him tightly. He walks around the meadow and snorts as she holds her hands up to the falling snow and reaching for the moon. The stallion stops and she gets down thanking him. He nods and starts cantering around her playfully evoking a game of tag. Red chases him and him chasing her running around the meadow, dancing in the light. She falls in the middle of the meadow out of breath as the stallion prances around her sniffing and pawing the ground. He lays down next to her bobbing his head as she crawls up to him. She leans against him and pets his neck as he rests his head, nose in the snow. She listens to him breathe deeply as she falls asleep.

When she wakes up by the bright sun beating against her red and her eyes burned from the brightness, she realizes she is alone and the white beauty is nowhere to be found. There are no fresh tracks in the snow. She stands and begins to walk home where she belongs. In the distance, she hears his cry, but she cannot find him anywhere. When she returns home, her worried family comforts her and keeps her warm, for she was sick from the cold. As she lay in bed resting, she hears his cry again. She jumps out of bed and runs to her window to watch for him but cannot see him. Her parents come in and try to coax her back in bed to get more rest and just before she turns away from the window she sees him in just in the tree line watching from a distance. He cries and takes off as she smiles and turns away back to bed as he cries one last time.

Every winter she returns to that meadow in her red to wait for him but he never shows. She watches for him every day and every night being all she can think about, until one day she decided to visit the meadow one last time before moving on. The moonlight shined down on her red as she stood waiting.

Time passed and nothing showed, as she walked home, she cried as the tears froze to her face.

When she returned home, she hung up her red cloak for the last time. That morning she lay in bed and closed her eyes listening to the wind. Her breath shallows and her heartbeat slows as she dreams of that snowy night in the meadow.

She hears his cry out side her window as she takes her last breath.

Till this day the White stallion runs the winter forest and saves lost souls.

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About the Creator

Sierra Costanzo

I am a stay at home mother of 3 wonderful kids. I want to share and write to the world. Some day making a difference. I want to share my endless mind and imagination with everyone. I want to help people and inspire them to succeed.

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