Once upon a forgotten time, in a world long past, lived a young child, her ong dark hair never seemed to be brushed, her amber colored eyes shone with an inner wisdom, and her small, delicate hands always working on something. But she did not act like the other children. She woudln't run or play, she did not speak, she woudln't even laugh. She wasn't mute, for she talked up a storm when she was younger. But the older she got, the quieter she became. Finally the day came when she spoke no more.

Her parents became worried; all she would do is gaze across the fields towards the moutnains. When she was younger she used to tell them that there was something in the mountains that talked to her. Now, her parents became frightened when she looked at the mountains. The other villagers became scared and they started calling her that thing, an animal, the wild one.

One day, while she was sitting on a tree stump at the edge of the woods, a group of children came upon her and began to throw rocks at her. The girl gazed upon them with a look of bewilderment. A rock hit her in the cheek making an awful wound. But not a cry did she utter.

Suddenly, the sky became black and the clouds became angry. A few of the children looked up by the rest continued to throw stones at the girl. Then, from the direction of the mountains came the sound of thunder. Then, they heard a sound off to the right and turned to look, but nothing was there. Then, they turned back to the girl and saw what had caused the thunder. Beside the bleeding girl stood the biggest, blackest stallion any of them had ever seen. All the children bolted, running away screaming, leaving the girl with the horse.

Softly, the giant horse nuzzled the girl's ear as if to tell her something. Then, the horse nelt beside her and as if she understood what had been said, the girl pulled herself up onto the great beast. Without a sound and moving as gently as a summer breeze, the stallion galloped towards the moutains.

When the other children got home, they told their parents about the demon horse that appeared out of nowhere. The villagers followed the children back to the spot, but they did not find a thing. But, as they were heading back to the village, they heard the sound of thunder coming from the mountains. They turned and looked; but what they saw is something none of them have ever spoken of again.

Of course, the legend of the girl and the demon horse lives on. There are a few around that say that it is no legend. They say that on a dark and windy night, if you listen closely enough, you can hear the mountins sing. And sometimes, just sometimes, you can see the outline of a giant horse and small girl runing. Running from a world of strangers; running to join the othe wild ones.