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Date Posted: 03:31:59 06/19/02 Wed
Author: Sunchaser
Subject: Hi Peoples

Because I miss Kyrie so much, I've written a story. It's not finished yet, but don't delete this. People may enjoy reading it. If you want to read it, please, tell me if it is good... or bad, but don't totally hurt my feelings. I've had enough trouble recently.... Enjoy!

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In place of Kyrie’s death, I never got to say goodbye to this beloved little fat ball of hooves. She had a cool way to do things, yet she was a sweety to little kids. She hardly ever bit anyone, and only kicked those other horses and ponies she hated. This is Kyrie’s ways. This is how she would be once dead. Part of this is fiction, for none can see the dead. But I believe some can. Sam seems like she could. This is the last thing Kyrie thought before she died. These are her thoughts after her death. She shall haunt Kerrabee forever and ever, for now and ever.

This is Kyrie’s story.


“Farewell to thee forever, Kyrie.”
The last words I ever heard. The last words that I received when I was thrown into the ground. Damn those words. I am not gone, how do people respect that? How do people come to that? I am still here. Watching the others catch the horses, wondering why I am no longer there. It wasn’t fair! I wasn’t old enough! Damn those people for making me lose my weight! I shall haunt the female called Myf forever. But she could be very nice, yet her ‘fat-busting’ technique did more harm then good. Look at that other horse, Tamarillo! He’s as large as they come! And what have they done about that? Nothing! How dare they do it to me! Damn them forever!
I watched the human peoples catch the ponies, Calypso, Sony, all of them. The rain was coming down in buckets. Fools. I wondered if the others could see me. I cantered over to Calypso, leaving no track, making no sound. I saw her head rise into the air. She suddenly whickered in my direction. I gave a call only to Calypso. No humans would hear me away.
“Kyrie? Is that you? What do you want?” Calypso asked, jumping away from the girl who went towards her, carrying the halter.
“You know I shall haunt Kerrabee forever. None shall stop me. You understand this, don’t you?” I asked her. Calypso nodded her head, a single, slight movement that only I saw.
“Good. Say hello to the others for me. I am going to do something to this place,” I replied, a snarl on my voice, and I immediately whirled, and streaked down the paddocks, through the trees and fences, through the water, making no ripple, no splash. I went through anything that stood in my way.
I knew all those horses who were deasced, only remaing here with unfinished business. Pah! Candy and Phsard were still here. Candy was waiting for Phsard, who was haunting the owner, John, for not retiring him at the correct time. It was a pity. I had joined them. Phsard and Candy looked upon me as I pest. I looked upon them as a fly that wouldn’t buzz off. I watched the people in the barn. I stood there, not moving.
“Who are you?” A big bay horse asked me, leaning over his stable door. I just glared at him, and continued down the aisle. I looked out the other end. A trail ride was getting ready to leave. Myf was going on it. So were a bunch of kids. I knew one of them. She had hated me, and she used to hit me all the time. My lips curled into a smirk. When you are a spirit, you can do many more things than a normal horse can. My eyes glittered, and I followed the trail ride as it left. It was time to seek out some revenge on the femme dubbed Myf and that little girl. I followed the trail ride out. The kids chattered noisily.
“Where did that fat little pony I rode on camp go, Myf?” The girl asked.
“She died.” Myf asnwered plainly.
“Oh? That’s good. No more little fat, annoying, nasty ponies!” She replied. I threw my head up. Annoying? Nasty?! I had heard enough. I leapt in front of the horse she was riding, and I snapped my teeth closed right in the horse’s face. The horse’s eyes widened, and Kazmo, the horse, reared up screaming loudly, and he backed off. The little girl on his back screamed. I smirked, and I quickly cantered away. I went streaming through the paddocks, and I stopped on a ledge that overlooked Kerrabee. It was time for all to know that Kyrie still existed. I reared up, my coat flickering so all could see, my scream ringing over Kerrabee. I whirled, and I went cantering down. The wind whirled about, and I went down, and I went right through all the horses tied at the tie rails. Someone screamed. I whirled, and I reared up defiantly, as I did when I was a yearling when being trained. I reared up right before the foolish girl. Her eyes widened, and she ran backwards. The girls, the junior staff, Tara, Sam, Alex and Mave came rushing out of the barn. They all gaped. I flattened my ears, and raised my tail like an arab horse, and I trotted towards the, and I reared up before them, and vanished, becoming invisble once again. They stood, flabbergasted. I simply smirked, now that they couldn’t see me anymore, and I headed into the barn aisle once again. I stood at the other end, and I let myself become visible again. The wind blew behind me, blowing my tail back against my legs, my mane and forelock into my eyes. Mave, who had gone back to cleaning stables, came out, and saw me. She gaped, then closed her mouth, and started towards me. I stood still not moving. She stretched a hand out to me, and it passed through my nose. I snorted, and she jumped backwards.
“Guys!” Mave called. The others came out of the two stables.
“Yeah?” Tara asked.
“Umm… Am I seeing things, or is that Kyrie in front of me?” Mave asked, her voice wavering.
“Oh my god! She reared up in front of us earlier, remember? Kyrie! Is she still alive?” Alex asked.
“No… My hand went right through her…” Mave drained off.
“Wow. A real ghost, right here at kerrabe? Wow…” Tara said. As they came towards me again, I vanished from vision once again.
“Where did she go?” Tara asked. Mave shrugged,
“Dunno… Perhaps she’s still here? Anyway, me, Tara and Alex, we have our lessons. Sam, you have to finish the stables alone,” Mave replied, and they walked out. I watched Sam. She sighed, and she went back to doing the stables. There was something different about her. She seemed left out. I knew how that was. I went to the stable entrance, and I shimmered, becoming visible once again. Sam kept working. So I made a noise. I whinnied gently to the girl. Sam stood up, and turned around. I looked at her, and I nickered again.
“Hello Kyrie. At least you care. You look different… You’re not fat!” Well, when did you get your head out of the clouds? “And you taller! Weird!” Sam said gently, and reached out to pat me. I remained still, and Sam put her hand right on my forehead, and it remained there. Then Sam dropped her pitchfork, and she stroked me with both hands. How I missed being patted and cared about.
“You and I seem the same. Left out. Are you still Kyrie?” She asked. I nodded.
“Can you understand me?” She questioned. I nodded again. Sam smiled, and stroked my neck.
I whinnied, and feel to my knees.
“Kyrie?” Sam asked, a little worried. I shook my head. Sam, who was surprised, figured out what I was asking. She climbed on my back. I then climbed to my hooves, and Sam gripped my mane hard, afraid. Though when I started to walk, she felt better. I shook my head suddenly, and a bridle appeared on it. Sam gasped, and grabbed a hold of the reins, and nudged my belly. I moved towards the arena where Myf’s group had just started riding.
“Myf? Can I join your lesson this morning?” Sam called out. Myf turned around, and her mouth dropped open.
“Is that.. Kyrie?”

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