Violetina walked out of the cave, holding on to Peppermint tightly, and said, "I didn't want to see that. I couldn't get out of the way before Domino backed into our corner though. The fillies and Peppermint were terrified. When Niyol killed Domino, Peppermint's fillies started crying out in grief. It was sad. Peppermint was nuzzling her fillies, but they wouldn't stop. When Niyol left....... Oh my gosh! Niyol! Are you okay?? What happened??" she cried out. "You got bitten didn't you." she said, her face now pale. "How do we cure it Chris??" she asked. Then she saw a man walking towards them with an appaloosa stallion. "Oh great. Another stallion. Yiska isn't going to be happy. He already has the look of a wild stallion protecting his herd, which in my opinion, he probably thinks is Peppermint and her fillies and Crystal and her filly. Also Kwana I'm sure. I REALLY don't want to see a stallion fight. This could be ugly."

Jay took off his hat and tried to bow, and fell off his horse because Joe started bucking again. He landed face-flat on the ground. He stood up and brushed off some dirt. "Whas goin' on?" He said. He stared at the fallen man and all the horses. "Is evrythin' all ri'?" He asked. He guessed not.
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Chris stared at the man named Niyol. "Burn the soul out." She said quietly. "It works, painfully." She said. She already got a match out. "We must do it before sundown." She stated. "Or he'll die." She said. "We don't need too much death, do we?"

Crystal let out a sad whinny. Her daughter was dead. Shot by the man. She angrily stamped her hooves. She realized the man had been injured and calmed down and nuzzles him gently as well. Her other filly was with Yiska.

Powder nudged Yiska fearfully. She kept stamping her hooves upset and scared. She trotted behind him and dashed into the cave, and next to the cold, dead body of her sister. She nuzzled the body as if to awake her. Seeing that didn't work, she started whinnying.

"You're funny." Violetina said, watching the man fall face first off his horse when his horse bucked. Then she turned serious, and said, "What's your name?? Mine is Violetina. That girl with the match in hand is Chris, the other girl is Hitsu Atma, and the man is Niyol. Now the horses. The Clydesdale is Peppermint, and her fillies are Bronze Sun and Golderina. The mare Mustang is Cha'kwana, and the Mustang stallion is Yiska. The Egyptian Arabian mare here is Crystal, and her filly is Powdered Sugar. Crystal's other filly was just shot by Niyol because she had turned into a demon horse. At the moment, Niyol is about to have his soul burned out so that he doesn't die from the demon horse bite he got before he shot the demon horse. So, what's your name and your stallion's name?? Oh and by the way, try not to let your stallion get in the way of Yiska, because he's very protective of the mares and fillies." she said, shifting from one foot to the other nervously because she though he was cute. "Your stallion is a very beautiful creature. Where did you get him from??" she said.

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Niyol looked up at Chris, his eyes glazed over in pain. "Do...it!" He said between clenched teeth. "Or...kill...me.." Soon the world was spinning around and everything blurred. The young man slipped into unconsciousness. His soul drifted into the dream world where his ancestors roamed. He watched them chasing buffalo, riding wild horses across the open plains. Niyol could stay here forever, but somehow he just knew that this was a dream world. His great grand father rode up on a beautiful paint mare. She was black and white with yellow lines on her haunches and blue dot along her neck. Two red hand prints where upon her shoulders. "Grandson, you must be brave. You must live and you must fight. Remember our ways..." The picture began to fade. Niyol came back long enough to grab Chris's wrist. "Do it now!" The once more he slipping back into unconsciousness.

Yiska gently nudged Powder letting her know that everything would get better real soon. He nickered gently toward her and the other mares. He tried to encourage them to stay away from the cave, but that seemed to fail. Suddenly his attention was draw to the arrival of another stallion. He arched his neck and pawed at the ground. His banner lifted high, flicking back and forth. He pranced forward, placing himself between the other stallion and the mares. He didn't really want to fight, but he thought of the mares as HIS herd and he wasn't ready to give them up yet. Yiska nickered a warning to the stallion while he still pawed at the ground, pinning his ears back. I don't want to fight you, but I will. This is my herd. Is what he was telling the other stallion.

"Jay. Jason Philips at ya sevice. Joe here was from the circus. Wil' boy, he is. Soul burned? Slow down, girl." Jay said. He never got a good education. "Whadat 'bout the soul burnin' and demon fill'?" He asked. Wrapping his arm around Joe, he gazed at the big group. "Whad you guys doing out here?" He asked.

Chris struck the match. "This'll hurt." She muttered. The match lit. She dropped it on him. The fire spread on his body. She waited for the yells of pain. She noticed a black, ghostly mist, not the smoke. She hoped it would work.

Joe stepped back. He meant no harm. No harm at all to anyone. He spotted the man on ground catch fire, he whinnied.

(You have a really weird way of speaking as Jay)

"So.... Jay..... Where are you from?? Because you have a very odd way of speaking. It's kind of funny. Oh and should you grab your horse before Yiska beats the .... out of him?? Because Yiska doesn't look too happy at the arrival of your stallion. He's in "defend the herd" mode right now. Especially since his owner is kind of unconscious and on fire at the moment, trying to have his soul burned out so he won't die from a demon horse bite." she said, looking at her feet and shifting from one foot to another. "Does any of his even make sense to you?? Or am I making this too complicated?? If I am, just tell me. I can't really help it. I love school, I love information. I love teaching people information for goodness sake! I'm not normal!! Most kids, if they're sick at home, they're glad to not be at school. If I'm sick at home, I do schoolwork all day at home anyways. Do you think that's normal??" she asked, sighing slightly. "Everyone makes fun of me for liking school. That's why I ran off with Peppermint to join the Wild Riders. And, that's my story. Now I'm a Wild Rider, and so far, it hasn't been easy. I'll spare you the details." she said, because Jay was starting to look a bit confused.

"It's good you like school." Jay said. I neva went ta school. That's why I talk so funny. I'll be going and I'll coming back later when Yiska calms down." He said. The other reason he wanted to go is because he had a bad fear of fire. He hitched on Joe and turned away. "I'll be back soon." He called and galloped away.


The black, ghostly mist tries to go back into the body. "I don't get how the artilgy of the bratic prolids." Chris muttered. The mist kept half going in and out. She couldn't pull mist out. So they'd just have to wait. The fire was fighting with the ghost mist.

"Wait Jay!! I'll come and get you when Yiska calms down. Also after Niyol isn't on fire anymore. I can tell you don't like fire. Whenever you look that direction, you have a haunted look in your eyes. It kind of makes me feel sad for you. Now bye!" she said, turning her attention once again to Yiska. She walked over to Yiska and said, "it's ok boy. It's just me." She said, gently stroking his nose. "Calm down Yiska. The other stallion is leaving. You can calm down now. Just calm down. The mares and fillies are your herd, not the other stallion's. Calm down Yiska boy. Calm down." Finally he started calming down, and Violetina said, "Good boy. Go hang out with Crystal, Peppermint, Kwana and the 3 fillies." She turned to. Chris and said, "How's he doing?? I hope he'll be alright."

"The fire's winning." Reported Chris. The fire...the fire started yo burn low. Dye tossed dead grass on it and started up again. The ghostly mist rose. She could see two tiny figures form. One made of the black mist and one of fire fighting on Niyol. The fireman was like an angel, in a way. The black mist was the demon, of course. And Niyol was the battle ground. The fire struck the demon figure and the figures both disappeared. The fire died down and the mist floated up, screaming. "Get away from the spirit. It's out, and ready to attack anything that moves fast." Whispered Chris and stood still as a statue.