Journey
We trotted through the isolated wasteland. Horses forced to keep moving or left for dead. Dehydration scratching at our insides taking lives by the hour, But we still keep on forward. our masters would hit us if we stopped and we were determined not to lose in the game between life or death. I stumbled over the jagged rocks hurtling towards the soft sand my master flew across the ground hitting his head. I lost it and ran of into the barren landscape not caring how i would survive not thinking until i stumbled and fell into a pit of death...
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