Here's some stories I randomly wrote!
Sophia’s Beginning
Sophia had always heard eerie stories of coyotes, so she always stayed
close her herd. She sometimes heard them howling at night, as she tried to
sleep. She hated the yipping and the ferocious growls and the screeches
of coyotes catching their prey. She hoped it was never her that was their
prey.
One morning, she woke up to whinnies of horror. She gazed around, her
dark eyes laying on a swift glimpse of pale gold. She heard yipping and
gro- Wait, yipping?! She then realized it. Her herd was being attacked by
coyotes
“Run, Sophia, run for your life!!” Her mother shouted. She let out a screech
of
Pain as a coyote lunged for her side. She stomped on its tail.
“Blossom, come on!” Sophia shrieked to her sister. They ran and ran until
they could run no more. Sophia and Blossom plopped on the ground.
Horses don’t do that very often, they probably don’t do it at all, but Sophia
and her sister were so tired, they just had to.
They wandered for days and days, becoming thinner and thinner, and
weaker and weaker. It was hard on their own.
On a hot day, they awoke and heard a rustling sound.
“Blossom, do you hear that?” Asked Sophia.
“Hear what?” Replied Blossom. The rustling came again.
“That!”
Blossom’s ears twitched. “Now I do.” A shadow moved. “Run!” They ran
away from the shadow. There were a few trees where they were. They
ran towards a small, rocky mountain. The shadow was also there. Was
that a shadow? No, Sophia caught a glimpse of blue lightning. Then, an
eye appeared in the shadow. They heard a low growling. They were also
backed against three rocks, one on the left, one on the right, and one
behind them. Oh, no! Thought Sophia, We’re gone! An over-sized sliver and
white coyote stepped out of behind a rock. It was wearing a tail-coat. Also it
was wearing a little thing on its back. There were little wisps of pink around
its paws. It mumbled something. Wait, it could TALK? Sophia was stunned.
The shadow disappeared.
“I am Greely.” It… wait, no, he said, “I am the wolf Alpha, and I come from
Jamaa. A phantom escaped the deep, dark depths in Jamaa. You have
seen to much to stay here. I will call Mira.” He howled a screeching howl.
Suddenly, a beautiful, elegant, blue heron appeared.
“I am Mira. Come to Jamaa, please, and live in peace. I can’t promise you
to, though, because of the phantoms, but if you didn’t come, you would
either die of exhaustion , thirst, and possibly even starvation. In Jamaa, we
have more than you could imagine! Sophia-“
“How do you know my name?”
“I can see nearly everything. Okay, Sophia. You would become an Alpha.
Blossom. You would become a Jammer, just a Jammer, because you
wouldn’t have known to run if it weren’t Sophia. Still, being a Jammer is
better than dying. Most animals would trade their life for a Jammer’s.
“I guess we’ll come to Jamaa…” Said Blossom. Suddenly, Sophia found
herself in a beautiful place.