''oh hello little one

wanna know my name, i can't remeber my real name but i have always been called Scarlett.

i'm young mare and never ageing.

wanna hear my story? ok then.

i was born a grey?..no black mare. whe i was adult the nw church was done and they had to make it holy... how you ask?... the preist said hmmm '' to make the church holy we have to burry a horse alive, BUT it have to be a black horse, out of a white pack. they took me and i didn't know what to do. there was a hole full of hay i jumped in and as soon as i started eating they shoveled mud on me.
i was not dead. i was sleeping. many hundred years afte a war i can't remembers it's name, the church was ruined and they had to built a new one. they opened my grave and saw me. i opened my eyes and they where scared like hell, i raised up and could smell the preist was the same family as the preist who burried me. he hit me and my head fell of i collapsed, but a few minuttes i woke again with my head on, i killed him... what i know now is that i only can be put to rest if the hole family of the preist who killed me, dies...

wip