Jacher
I threw the dirty bedding out of my mares stall into the cart angrily. I knew my father would kill the foal once it was born, and there was no way he wouldn't notice that she was in foal. She had been bred by one of the kings stallions when my father had boarded him here during her heat, and my father was too cheap to build a new horse stall for the farm mother, and I ran for him. No he just heartbroke my mare, and myself. He always told me it was the lesser evil.
After all, the king was very protective of his bloodlines, and considered outside ownership to be a crime punishable by death. He prided himself of his strong fast horses. Even the geldings were sold for more than all my father owned. They were well known to be the fastest, and strongest horses money could buy. Said to be descendants of the legendary dragon horses, who could run faster than dragons could fly.
Most laughed it off as a myth, but I believed it. My father's farm was on the edge of the dragon lands, and I had seen two flying in the distance before. My father had brought home many of his prizes from dragon hunting, and knew how big they were up close. I threw the pitchfork into the cart angrily when I finished mucking. I'd feel better if my father had bothered to get my mare a separate stall and for the times when he rode one of the kings studs home.
"How are you today?" I rubbed my mare behind the ears when she came in.
She nuzzled me softly, clearly enjoying the attention. It always took me so long to get her trust back after what my father had done to her last foals.
"Jacher," My mother called.
I took the waste cart to the doorway of the barn, and left it just inside the barn. It would be heavy if it rained before I emptied it to clean the sheep stall. I ran down the hill along the fence to the house. It was a small house, and it had a small attic that I called my own. I didn't spend much time in the house so I didn't mind.