Forgotten

Forgotten liked to be referred to as a stallion. But inside, he knew he was just barely a colt still. He couldn't wait until he turned 3. He wanted his own land and herd. But he would have to wait.
In an unforgettable battle, Forgotten was injured. He only had one wound though. But it made him limp badly. He came to the lady to seek heal of his scrape and partly fractured leg. His left front leg. He usually remained out of sight of humans, but he would make an acception for this one. He neighed and reared, wanting to get the lady outside.

Forgotten

Forgotten smelled a scent in his fathers' land, even though it was so far away. With a neigh, he galloped over the land and straight to Calypte Ranges, where his father lived.