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SHDYCF2 Chapter 5: A Warning is GivenCHAPTER FIVE
A Warning is Given
Feeling more confused than when the evening had started, Sylvie went home. Arriving at the house, she was unsurprised to find it dark and cold. Her parents were late, again. Letting herself into her garage, she walked to her mattress in her corner and carefully set herself down. The springs groaned ominously, but held. She reached over to the small bookshelf that her father had moved for her after her...change. Pulling her favorite western novel down off the shelf, she tried to set herself free on the tales of Danielle Six-Feathers and her adventures in the Wild West. As her clock counted down the time, she was surprised to realize that it was already ten at night. She set her book down and listened intently. The house was silent. Sylvie sighed. Seemed her parents were going to spend another night in the office.
Sylvie walked into the house and to the kitchen. Reaching into the cupboard above the sink, she grabbed her toothbrush and squirted some paste o
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Chapter 3: The RangeThe Range
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.
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