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Short Story Of Letta

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It was a cold and gloomy winter day. Three horses plodded through the deep cold snow. They were all sisters. The one on the far left was Aicha. She was light pink, and her mane and tail were pure white, sort of puffy and silky at the same time, like a cloud. She also had flashing silver hooves that she was quite proud of. She was the youngest. In the middle was the next youngest, next oldest sister. Her name was Letta. She was chestnut colored, with a white muzzle. Her mane, tail and hooves were brown, but a few golden spots flecked her fur. Next to her was the oldest sister. Her name was Bergdis. She was very strange. Black vein like marks scarred her face. Her mane and tail was blood red, and on her belly and right hind leg was a black poppy …show more content…

But strangest of all, a pitch black curling twined but straight spike came out of her forehead. For she was not a horse, but a unicorn. She was the eldest, and loved her sisters. She had the responsibility of protecting and caring for her two younger sisters. Which brings us back to our story. These horses were fleeing. In other words, they were being chased. Chased by a certain gray horse named Seifur. Seifur had gained influence and created an army, he had killed the sisters parents, and had laid siege to many of the horses living grounds. He had killed many of their friends. Only the three sisters had survived when Seifur lead an invasion on Streamground, a place where many horses and ponies lived. Seifur had conquered Leafground, Streamground, and Twigground. There were not a place where Seifur's wrath was unknown. The three sisters had fled from the bloody battleground of Streamground, and had walked on, and on, to nowhere that they knew, only knowing the great misfortune that had befallen them. They had traveled for many days, blinded by sorrow and grief. They were thin now, as they had only nibbled at roots many days. They never got a proper meal. They almost never spoke, and rarely …show more content…

The sisters carefully stepped onto the ice. It held. Gingerly, they made their way across the ice, walking sideways so that they wouldn’t slip. Their progress was slow, but at least Seifur was behind them. Aicha and Letta made it to the other side, just as Seifur and his army arrived at the spot they had been, ten minutes ago. But Bergdis was still on the ice. She almost made it, but her foot slipped, and she fell to the cold slippery surface. When she tried getting up, the weight of her body was too much, and her hoof cracked the ice. She found herself in the freezing water of the river, gasping for breath. At the other side, Seifur watched her attempts to get on to land mockingly. But Letta and Aicha were close to tears. “Bergdis! Grab my leg!” Letta yelled desperately. But Bergdis could not. She was furiously scrabbling at the ice in attempt to get back to shore. Her sisters faces became blurred. Her legs felt frozen and stiff. Finally, the coldness overwhelmed her. She stopped scrabbling. She felt her strength seep away. “I love you.” She whispered, before plunging into the coldness of the river. Seifur had been watching this scene with pleasure. He smiled cruelly. “You have escaped me for now, but I will find a way around this river.” He announced. Letta, however, could barely hear him. All she heard was the screams of grief echoing in her head. She had lost her parents, her friends, and now she

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