Yasmine woke-up early the next day so she could go for a ride after breakfast. The conference was still going over what the plans were and what each team was going to be responsible for during their attack. She had gotten permission from her parents to go for a ride, but she needed to stay within the boundaries of the property of the campground. Her and Arion agreed to her parent’s conditions and explored the campground. She was loving riding Arion and enjoying how he respond to her commands and such. It was like she and him were part of each other.
Yasmine finds a nice clearing and slides down off Arion’s back. She walks for a while with him following her.
“Why did the goddess send you to me?” She was rubbing his neck as they walked.
“Because she felt you needed protecting. She knows your coming along with your magical training, but having some extra power comes in handy. I can share my abilities with you, but I will warn you. I control the Earth and Air elements. You’ll need to learn how to control those elements, before you can use any of my magical energies.”
“I can already change ice which is water. Carmen was one of my teachers.” Yasmine was still petting Arion. She was finding his presence
comforting.
“She’s the daughter of the Winter King. I notice her aura when I arrived. If that court ever decides to allow half-breeds on their court, she’ll be the first they recruit.” Arion would love to see that.
“So, you said the goddess sent you to me. Are we talking about Freya?” She wonders if she was still looking after her.
“Yes, we are talking about Freya. For some reason, she has taken a liking to you. However, I do know she wants you to be protected or she wouldn't had never pulled me from my dimension.” He did, but he was forbidden to tell her.
“You know hiding what you are is going to be difficult. I wonder if a glamour spell will work on you.” Yasmine pulls an apple slice out and hand it to Arion.
“You don’t have to worry about disguising me. To everyone who looks at me, I look like an ordinary Arabian horse.”
“Wow, is that something that is common with your breed or is it magical?”
“The goddess placed the spell on me. It’s part of who I am now. If anyone ever saw the true me, they would be very afraid.” Arion was enjoying his time with his person. He could tell she had been changed by magic. That was part of her aura, but you would need to know what you were looking for to see it.
“Arion, why did Kelly Vreeland get a legendary Thunder Bird. I thought only Native Americans get them for familiar?”
“Because when they did a blood bond between her and her mother Margaret. The Native American blood in Margaret’s blood mixed with
Kelly’s. For all intense and purposes, she is related by blood to Margaret Vreeland.” He had sense a blood tie between the two of them.
“Is there any other super natural familiars like you here on this plane of existence?” Yasmine was curious if there were other like Arion.
“Yes, but none like me. I am the only one of my kind here.” Arion didn’t mind. He was sent for a purpose and he’ll make sure Yasmine learns and stays safe.
The two of them walk for a while and enjoy getting to know each other. Yasmine found out that Arion loved apples covered in honey and that
he loved water as well. He was the son of one of the original Thunder Horses that had been created a long time ago. Back when this plane of existence was dangerous to come too, because of all the wild magic and energies that made this world up. Ripples had been felt even into his dimensions. It was those ripples that helped his kind to be made.
Yasmine looks at her watch and notices that they needed to get back. She couldn’t take anything that was electronic on Arion because he tended to give off a static charge. If she did, she would need to remove the battery out of the device. Her watch was mechanical and had been given to her by her new mother. She swings up into the saddle and trot back to where the cabins were.
As she is heading back, she hears a scream. Yasmine changes her route and gallop over towards the sound of the scream. There were several people dressed in black combat uniforms trying to take the daughter of one of the here at the campground.
Yasmine says a few words and rocks around them start pelleting the group. Arion rears up on his hind legs and comes down hard striking the ground hard. A loud thunder clap fills the air as lighting crackles in his eyes.
Were-wolves and Were-cats come running out of the woods. Yasmine jumps forwards still on top of Arion and scoops up the young girl. She puts her in front on the saddle.
One guy tries to strike Yasmine, but he is hit by lighting coming from Arion’s eyes. The guy is shaking as every bit of ammo he had on him explodes.
Another guy tries stabbing Arion in the flanks, but ends up with a powerful kick to his chest sending him backwards towards one of the wolves coming.
“We better get out of here Arion.” Yasmine could feel Arion moving when she said that that.
The huge stallion jumps over all of everyone as he races towards Yasmine parents cabin. The young girl was having fun as she rode in front of
Yasmine. She held onto the saddle horn for support. They get to Yasmine’s parents cabin and there was a long blonde hair waiting for them.
“Mommy!” Kristen slides down form the saddle with Yasmine’s help.
She runs towards her mother and is scooped up off the ground.
Yasmine swings down from the saddle and walks over to her. Kristen turns towards Yasmine when she gets near her.
“Thank you, Yasmine and thank you, Arion.”
“You’re welcome Kristen.”
June looks at Yasmine with tears in her eyes “thank you Yasmine and your familiar as well.”
“You’re welcome June from both of us.” Yasmine stands there and watches Kristen and her mother.
“You did good kiddo, both of you did.” Lily, Ryder and Lydia walk up to Yasmine.
“Thank you. By the way, who were they and how did they enter the campground?” Yasmine was curious about that.
“They had help from White Witches and the group of men you stopped are retrievers for the Hunter Organization.” Lydia looked at her
daughter.
“I thought we were white witches?” Yasmine was confused.
“White Witches are witches who believe their power comes from their belief in god. They use biblical verses out of the bible to help form their
spells. It’s just how we use chants or form the spell in our heads and send it out. They believe God is giving them their power. Once their belief is shaken, it’s hard for them to relearn they were the ones providing the power.”
“Wait a minute, are you saying mom that the Hunter organization and the HSL have magic users of their own and they let them live?” Yasmine
couldn’t believe it.
“Yep, as far as most of the Hunters and HSL are concern, god is giving them the means to destroy others. Now, not all the Hunters leaders like the idea of magic users of their own. So, they have a dedicated priest that controls them.”
Yasmine looks at the group as they are brought by the cabins. One retriever looked really messed up from getting hit by Arion.
“Why were they after Kristen mom?”
“Her father is a high-ranking church member and support them. He found out his wife’s secret and didn’t like it, that the courts gave her full custody.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t buy the judge off.” Yasmine figured he might have tried.
“He did try to have one of their whites to implant a suggestion into the judge’s head, but the judge’s secretary saw the left-over energy of the spell and broke it.”
“Oh, I bet that didn’t go as planned.” Yasmine knew what happens when someone was under a spell control came out of it. They remembered everything they had been forced to say and do.
Yasmine just watches the people caught escorted to the main meeting lodge. She kind of felt sorry for them.
“Don’t feel sorry for them Yasmine. They brought this upon themselves. If they didn’t believe the crap their preachers sprouted at them, they wouldn’t be in this mess.” Arion felt everyone was responsible for their own actions. No one forces someone to do things.
“Maybe.” Yasmine summons Arion’s grooming kit and starts grooming him.
She learned how to remove the saddle that came with him. It was of an older designed that reminded her of a Western saddle. She takes really good care of it, just like she does Arion.
When she is finish caring for Arion and her saddle. She heads into the cabin and help her mother fix dinner for everyone.
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Western Saddle
The Western saddle is superior to most other saddles in that it is designed to distribute the weight along the horse's back. Most others, such as the English saddle, place all the weight on a narrow area of the horse's backbone, which is very wearing on the horse. The Western saddle, by contrast, distributes the weight on the horse's back on either side of the backbone. This spreads the burden over a broader area. This allowed the all day riding that was so common by the cowboys and trailriders in the West. The same design can be seen in saddles from other cultures where being able to ride for lengthy periods of time was necessary.
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