Counting the Stars

Star is a 15.3 hh bay stallion with black socks on three of his legs. He has one half cannon white front right leg. He has a long black mane and tail. His eyes are a lighter brown. A stripe comes down his face and ends a few inches before his lip line. Star is a relatively stocky and lean horse from his thoroughbred bloodlines.

Star is an outgoing and relatively playful horse. Any chance to race and he's in. Nice to the mares and cautious about the stallions is how Star rolls.

The walls shake and crumble a bit more when the wind pushes by. Atop a mountain sits a small village. Dead oak trees hugged the dying buildings. The clouds offer a continuous mist through out the year. Winds scream by, carrying the cold air from the north. A 12 year old boy and his 14 year old sister walk into the village. Their parents had picked a camping spot further down the mountain and didn't know about the 'haunted' village. "Susy, I don't think we should be up here! What if we get lost?" the boy whined. Susy turned around. Her glare was as cold as the air.
"I brought you because you said you were cool enough. Now start acting like it Ben." Susy hissed. The two found a large estate. It was a mansion from the gothic era. Susy pushed the molding wood door open. Dust clouds cleared out of sight and large portions of the wall were laid out on the floor. Ben followed Susy to another room. Book shelves filled the room along with dust. "I'm going to find the master bedroom and see how good these people were living!" Susy told Ben. She ran off and left her younger brother. Ben turned around and started looking at the books. "The Devil is Our Ruler? Summoning the Dead? Curses..." Ben read the titles out loud. He had heard people talking about this place. They said it was a safe haven for witches. A loud clattering sound echoed through the building. Ben looked up, the air seeming to drop a few degrees. "Who's there? Susy knock it off." Ben yelled out. He walked out into the entrance and looked up at the massive staircase. At the top was a large wooden structure with a slanted blade. A hooded figure stood by it, a single eye emblem sewed onto his cloak. When Ben's eyes rested upon the other figure he screamed. Susy was placed onto the execution device. The hooded figure pulled something. The shiny blade dropped down on Susy's neck. Her head rolled down to Ben's feet. He screamed and ran out the door. He looked around, he couldn't see past the thick mist. The trees' limbs poked through and on the branches were ropes tied into a noose. The hooded figure grabbed Ben by his shoulder and pulled him back in. The two children would never be found.