Hey Everyone. I hope everyone will be delighted to read the next chapter in the series! Please leave comments below to tell me what you think! I can't read minds, so feedback is the only meter stick I got!<br /><br />Thanks and enjoy!<br /><br /><br />Next:&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="646277643" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-3-Rebuilding-646277643" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Chapter 3 Rebuilding</strong>The Range<br />Sylvie turned and ran another lap on the high school field. The broad, painted track rushed under her hooves as she galloped at full speed, the wind grabbing at her hair and holding it in the air. Her entire focus was on the course and controlling her breathing. Her horse lungs sucked in enormous amounts of air as she raced, a little ragged after her third lap. Sylvie pushed herself all the harder. Here on the track, her nightmares had no power over her. Here, or at the range, she could banish them completely. She was free.<br />As the finish came up, she saw the broad-shouldered figure of her father waiting near the finish line. Slowing to a walk, she passed the line without stopping and held a single finger up. He nodded and walked to a nearby bench to let her do a cool-down lap. Sylvie's mind buzzed with questions as to her father's appearance. Besides her first three nights' home, Sylvie had seen him and her mother only in passing since. The sheer amount of work involved in re</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="639633393" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-One-Home-at-Last-639633393" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Chapter One: Home at Last</strong>CHAPTER ONE<br />Home at Last<br />Taryn stared at the size of the reception as she stepped off the plane onto the tarmac of the airport. At the foot of her plane stood the broadly smiling faces of Sylvie's father and the Police Chief, as well as Josh''s mother and father. Behind them, there was a cordon of eighteen police officers trying to keep back the crowd of newsmen, cameramen, thrill-seekers and townspeople. Shouted questions and calls for an interview juxtaposed over one another until it was a load roar. Taryn felt her ears trying to lay flat against her skull, and she tried to back up. She had not expected anything like this!<br />Sylvie stood on her left, the sound of her hooves hitting the pavement lost in the shouting. &quot;What's going on?&quot; she shouted to be heard, even though she was next to her. Unfortunately, the sight of the pair coming out of the cargo plane had quieted the crowd, and her words rang loudly in the silence. Smiles slipped off the faces of everyone and many paled</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>