From Katie McCory and The Dagger of Truth
Katie drew her dagger and ducked into
the hole Donnie had made in the bushes. She could barely see the path he had
cut with his sword. Vicious vines and barbed bushes were growing rapidly. She
had to hurry, or the forest would soon swallow up his trail. She worked her way
down the path, using her dagger to cut the forest as it grew before her.
Finally, she came to a small clearing. A milk-white horse nickered by a small
pond. Its ears were red, plainly marking it as a fairy animal. It raised its
head and stared at Katie with piercing, red eyes.
“Donnie, are you here?” yelled Katie. “Elder said you were in danger. Tell me where you are.”
Katie heard a trill of laughter from the trees, just beyond the horse. She saw a flash of red hair darting through the bushes and then spied Donnie following the spirit. As she started toward the trees, the fairy horse put back her ears, flared her nostrils, and stomped the ground.
Katie grasped her dagger and faced the angry animal. The horse reared high, its powerful hooves pawing at Katie. Katie fell backward, hitting the ground hard. The horse was right above her, its eyes and nostrils flaring. It reared again, its bright eyes burning red. Katie saw sharp hooves coming toward her and raised shaking hands to protect her face.
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