I guess my mother named me well. Ember.
An ember is part of a blazing fire, but sometimes the wind blows the ember away. The ember might drift, but it always falls back to the ground.
That's me.
Just like a falling ember always returns to the hearth, I will always return to my herd.
I am a falling Ember.
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A Falling Ember
AdventureThis is the story of a young wild horse's fight for freedom after her herd is captured by humans.
