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The screeching sound of tires woke him. Stumbling up, he peeks through the window just in time to see Svea’s car zoom past at high speed. Scratching his head, he wonders. What was that for? Svea always said that one should start in good time so you didn’t have to rush things and he couldn’t recall if he ever seen her going that fast. Turning, he heads back to his bed. Wide awake now that he'd been torn from sleep by the sound, he touches the wall on his right, knowing Shannon lay there on the other side of the barrier in her own bed. A soft smile plays in the corners of his mouth. She loved him, even said it aloud for all to hear. Nobody had ever said that before to him. Ok, maybe his mom when he was little, but…that was then, in the past. No use of thinking of something that had been.

A bird sings just outside his window, a low calling sound that cuts through the silence of the morning. Glancing at the clock beside his bed, he reads the glowing letters, 3.40 am. It was at least two hours before he really needed to get up. Truly and Thelma were to be worked today. Jace was supposed to try Rev for the first time. The power he had felt while he had been on the dark horses back had been…well, he never felt anything like it before. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel like to let Rev stretch out – for real. Sighing deeply, with a mental curse at the singing bird, he sits up.

There was no point in trying to get back to sleep. He might just as well go and take Rev for a little walk. The horse was really a bundle of nerves and muscles. He needed to let off some steam if Jace would ride him today…His temper had improved but he was still…well…he was still Rev. The horses ears seemed to be glued tightly to his skull. It was only when the little pony called for him when he – for a split second – flicked them forward – but only for that split second. It made it a little hard to read the horse. You had to look at other things to be able to decipher his real mood. Ron had learned everything about the horse since he spent every free minute with either Rev or with Shannon. Thankfully she knew how it was to find your soul mate in a horse and wasn’t offended by the time he wasn’t with her.

Attila looks like a grumpy old man when he shows up at their pasture. If he could, Ron was sure that he would shake his fist at him and yelled for him to get off his property. The pony didn’t like to be disturbed, and especially not early in the morning. Ron paid him no mind. Rev, however, actually seems happy to see him, even dragging his soft pink tongue over his palm. Opening the pasture gate, he led the dark horse out. The pony didn't even move to follow. When they were alone, just horse and man, Rev had become truly affectionate, even when looking like a lemon, though only when it was just the two of them.

Their path winds along, coming around the barns, coming up towards the track when Ron felt the surge. As they wander closer, he could tell Rev was starting to get excited as well. The horse’s neck was arched, his body alive with energetic movement. The young man could only smile…maybe they could play a little on the track. Nobody would notice anyway. Through the gate, and onto the dirt, he releases the dark horse, watching him take off. It was like looking at poetry in motion. Muscles play under a shimmering dark coat. Strides, long and strong, take him forward with an amazing speed. Ron had looked the pedigree of Rev up. No big stars from the track, no famous names within the first generations. It had been local stars, but none that had the connections to take them higher. Rev had the chance now. Svea wasn’t rich like some of the others in the game, but she could coach the horse up, if things went well, then…maybe…maybe…

His father had been close to being “a name”, a name that was mentioned, but then…the accident…it had forced him to the sidelines. He was forgotten. The filly they had bred, that his mother had sent to the meat-man, she would have been something special. A man needed to take command of his dreams if they would be true, his father had said. Reach for them, grab hold of them and make them true.

Ron gasps for air. He has to stop. He had run along side the horse for one lap and now he was almost worn out. Sweat has run into his eyes, making them sting and making it hard to see. Rev had enjoyed the game and had frolicked mostly by his side but had also altering between that and running ahead. He pulled off his t-shirt to dry the sweat of his face. Rev wasn’t even winded it seemed. The man laughs at the horse as he lay down for a good roll, grunting in pleasure, legs flailing in the air. After Rev hauled himself up again and shook, he brushes off much of the sand that still remains on the dark horse.

“You can’t look dirty now, can you boy?”

Affectionately, he rubs the horse’s left nostril with his thumb. The lower lip of the dark horse jigs in pleasure. It was a strange place perhaps, but it was Revs favourite. Putting the lead line back on the halter, he then continues to stroke the horse all over. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but to follow his heart. He pauses a moment before tying the other end of the lead to the halter, so it in a way it became a bitless bridle. The dark creature seems to know something new was up, and he stands like stone. He sat up. Rev stood still, all four feet planted firmly, only waiting on his riders signal. Ron whispers, just loud enough for the horse to hear, a story about a dark horse and a young man that took the world by storm. How they together made the entire world know their names, how they all had them on their lips even if nobody had believed them at first. How they first had laughed and then… Admired, feared and loved. Sensitive hands stroke his neck, a dark wither receiving scritches.

“We can make this boy…we can win…we can become something, even…even if we just can pretend…even if we just dream, no one can stop us from dreaming…don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!”

As he gave the horse the wordless signal to go, the force from the sudden burst of speed almost made him fly off backwards over the smooth rump. However, with his hands instinctively grasp a firm hold of the mane; he manages to keep his seat. Leaning forwards, the man melts, in a way becoming one with the horse. Like a single being, they storm down the track, a dark bullet racing against imaginative competitors in the early morning light. Gone was each and every one of them that had made fun of him in school, gone were the images of a man with a whip. Left was only the image of his father telling him that he could do anything he wanted, he saw Shannon’s smile and he felt the horses rhythmic moves under him. This was one the best moments so far in his life. Rev snorted happily and stretched further as the man on his back asked him to.

There was no way he could tell what time they would have, but he knew it was good. Brimming with elation, Ron could tell Rev was feeling his mood, making it hard to get him down to a trot. He turns the horse around, walking towards the exit. He hadn’t made the horse go full out, but he knew this probably wasn’t his brightest idea. Jace would at least not have a problem on handling him. It was only then he notices the car and the blonde woman standing next to it. She had her arms folded as she stood there, leaning back against the car that makes her look even smaller. Even from this distance he could tell she had a frown on her face. Her blue eyes follow his movements as he comes closer. Shit. She waits til he has dismounted. Except for him, Svea was one of the people Rev didn’t shy away from. It was like he knew it was thanks to her he were still alive. Even as a young horse he had been big. Big and mean horses had a harder time to find new homes. This, of course, Rev didn’t know anything about. He simply was who he was.

“I don’t know if I should be mad, Mr. Reid, or if I should be happy…”

Ron doesn't know what to say. She had every reason to fire him. He had not been signed up to exercise the stallion, only to make him more used to human contact and to get tack on him. Neither did he have the ok to take him out…like this, at least. Why hadn’t he just stayed with taking the horse on a walk!? He swallowed. Now he would probably have to kiss this job goodbye, he wouldn’t see Rev and…Shannon…

“Ms. Bergfalk, I'm sor…”

He stops himself as she raises her hand.

“…but I am happy…Mr Reid…Ronald…Ron…” Her voice is like honey.

Worry spikes through him, why had she changed her voice like that? She had sounded…different at first. Angry, tired and disappointed. She didn’t look like much, like a blonde stereotype and a Swedish one on top of that, but he knew she had an iron will and you did best in doing what she said.

“I am happy actually, even if I normally should be annoyed for something like this, I'm happy because you just made things so much easier…I needed a rider for Rev…someone special that can ride him in his first start…and other starts too… I needed someone that understands him. You can clearly handle him on the track, even without anything else than a halter and a lead rope. Are you ready to ride the wind, Ronald? Shannon has told me of your dreams…”

He looked at her, slightly puzzled. The horse affectionately butts his arm, hoping for pettings and nose rubs.

“…but…Jace, Mr. Lis…”

A deep sadness slips onto her beautiful face, and Svea simply shakes her head.

“…He…he can't ride Revenge, Ron…someone…someone made him go off road, he crashed.” She pauses a moment to breath once, deeply, “He…he will be fine though…but he won't be able to ride Rev anytime soon. At least not in the races I want him in. The horse has lost so much time already. I will need your help with the others…”

Ron swallows. Had it been a car crash? Jace was a skilled driver. He simply wouldn't crash. Svea looks more than a little upset and he didn’t want her to take back her offer. He would find out what happened later, on his own time.

“Will you accept Mr. Reid? You just showed me that you are the one that can handle this…wind…”

Her smile is soft, her eyes…he suddenly understood why some men seemed to be captured by them, a innocent baby blue colour, but they still seemed to be able to shift in depth of intensity, from warm to cold.

“I…I don’t want anything more than this…thank you!”

Yeah...I was lazy and did the silhouette thing...the art just didnt want to work with me here...works tho..alittle..

Inspired by these lyrics: [link]
Thanks to =SunsetRevelation for the proofreading and grammarcorrections.

Description
The screeching sound of tires woke him. Stumbling up, he peeks through the window just in time to see Svea’s car zoom past at high speed. Scratching his head, he wonders. What was that for? Svea always said that one should start in good time so you didn’t have to rush things and he couldn’t recall if he ever seen her going that fast. Turning, he heads back to his bed. Wide awake now that he'd been torn from sleep by the sound, he touches the wall on his right, knowing Shannon lay there on the other side of the barrier in her own bed. A soft smile plays in the corners of his mouth. She loved him, even said it aloud for all to hear. Nobody had ever said that before to him. Ok, maybe his mom when he was little, but…that was then, in the past. No use of thinking of something that had been.

A bird sings just outside his window, a low calling sound that cuts through the silence of the morning. Glancing at the clock beside his bed, he reads the glowing letters, 3.40 am. It was at least two hours before he really needed to get up. Truly and Thelma were to be worked today. Jace was supposed to try Rev for the first time. The power he had felt while he had been on the dark horses back had been…well, he never felt anything like it before. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel like to let Rev stretch out – for real. Sighing deeply, with a mental curse at the singing bird, he sits up.

There was no point in trying to get back to sleep. He might just as well go and take Rev for a little walk. The horse was really a bundle of nerves and muscles. He needed to let off some steam if Jace would ride him today…His temper had improved but he was still…well…he was still Rev. The horses ears seemed to be glued tightly to his skull. It was only when the little pony called for him when he – for a split second – flicked them forward – but only for that split second. It made it a little hard to read the horse. You had to look at other things to be able to decipher his real mood. Ron had learned everything about the horse since he spent every free minute with either Rev or with Shannon. Thankfully she knew how it was to find your soul mate in a horse and wasn’t offended by the time he wasn’t with her.

Attila looks like a grumpy old man when he shows up at their pasture. If he could, Ron was sure that he would shake his fist at him and yelled for him to get off his property. The pony didn’t like to be disturbed, and especially not early in the morning. Ron paid him no mind. Rev, however, actually seems happy to see him, even dragging his soft pink tongue over his palm. Opening the pasture gate, he led the dark horse out. The pony didn't even move to follow. When they were alone, just horse and man, Rev had become truly affectionate, even when looking like a lemon, though only when it was just the two of them.

Their path winds along, coming around the barns, coming up towards the track when Ron felt the surge. As they wander closer, he could tell Rev was starting to get excited as well. The horse’s neck was arched, his body alive with energetic movement. The young man could only smile…maybe they could play a little on the track. Nobody would notice anyway. Through the gate, and onto the dirt, he releases the dark horse, watching him take off. It was like looking at poetry in motion. Muscles play under a shimmering dark coat. Strides, long and strong, take him forward with an amazing speed. Ron had looked the pedigree of Rev up. No big stars from the track, no famous names within the first generations. It had been local stars, but none that had the connections to take them higher. Rev had the chance now. Svea wasn’t rich like some of the others in the game, but she could coach the horse up, if things went well, then…maybe…maybe…

His father had been close to being “a name”, a name that was mentioned, but then…the accident…it had forced him to the sidelines. He was forgotten. The filly they had bred, that his mother had sent to the meat-man, she would have been something special. A man needed to take command of his dreams if they would be true, his father had said. Reach for them, grab hold of them and make them true.

Ron gasps for air. He has to stop. He had run along side the horse for one lap and now he was almost worn out. Sweat has run into his eyes, making them sting and making it hard to see. Rev had enjoyed the game and had frolicked mostly by his side but had also altering between that and running ahead. He pulled off his t-shirt to dry the sweat of his face. Rev wasn’t even winded it seemed. The man laughs at the horse as he lay down for a good roll, grunting in pleasure, legs flailing in the air. After Rev hauled himself up again and shook, he brushes off much of the sand that still remains on the dark horse.

“You can’t look dirty now, can you boy?”

Affectionately, he rubs the horse’s left nostril with his thumb. The lower lip of the dark horse jigs in pleasure. It was a strange place perhaps, but it was Revs favourite. Putting the lead line back on the halter, he then continues to stroke the horse all over. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but to follow his heart. He pauses a moment before tying the other end of the lead to the halter, so it in a way it became a bitless bridle. The dark creature seems to know something new was up, and he stands like stone. He sat up. Rev stood still, all four feet planted firmly, only waiting on his riders signal. Ron whispers, just loud enough for the horse to hear, a story about a dark horse and a young man that took the world by storm. How they together made the entire world know their names, how they all had them on their lips even if nobody had believed them at first. How they first had laughed and then… Admired, feared and loved. Sensitive hands stroke his neck, a dark wither receiving scritches.

“We can make this boy…we can win…we can become something, even…even if we just can pretend…even if we just dream, no one can stop us from dreaming…don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!”

As he gave the horse the wordless signal to go, the force from the sudden burst of speed almost made him fly off backwards over the smooth rump. However, with his hands instinctively grasp a firm hold of the mane; he manages to keep his seat. Leaning forwards, the man melts, in a way becoming one with the horse. Like a single being, they storm down the track, a dark bullet racing against imaginative competitors in the early morning light. Gone was each and every one of them that had made fun of him in school, gone were the images of a man with a whip. Left was only the image of his father telling him that he could do anything he wanted, he saw Shannon’s smile and he felt the horses rhythmic moves under him. This was one the best moments so far in his life. Rev snorted happily and stretched further as the man on his back asked him to.

There was no way he could tell what time they would have, but he knew it was good. Brimming with elation, Ron could tell Rev was feeling his mood, making it hard to get him down to a trot. He turns the horse around, walking towards the exit. He hadn’t made the horse go full out, but he knew this probably wasn’t his brightest idea. Jace would at least not have a problem on handling him. It was only then he notices the car and the blonde woman standing next to it. She had her arms folded as she stood there, leaning back against the car that makes her look even smaller. Even from this distance he could tell she had a frown on her face. Her blue eyes follow his movements as he comes closer. Shit. She waits til he has dismounted. Except for him, Svea was one of the people Rev didn’t shy away from. It was like he knew it was thanks to her he were still alive. Even as a young horse he had been big. Big and mean horses had a harder time to find new homes. This, of course, Rev didn’t know anything about. He simply was who he was.

“I don’t know if I should be mad, Mr. Reid, or if I should be happy…”

Ron doesn't know what to say. She had every reason to fire him. He had not been signed up to exercise the stallion, only to make him more used to human contact and to get tack on him. Neither did he have the ok to take him out…like this, at least. Why hadn’t he just stayed with taking the horse on a walk!? He swallowed. Now he would probably have to kiss this job goodbye, he wouldn’t see Rev and…Shannon…

“Ms. Bergfalk, I'm sor…”

He stops himself as she raises her hand.

“…but I am happy…Mr Reid…Ronald…Ron…” Her voice is like honey.

Worry spikes through him, why had she changed her voice like that? She had sounded…different at first. Angry, tired and disappointed. She didn’t look like much, like a blonde stereotype and a Swedish one on top of that, but he knew she had an iron will and you did best in doing what she said.

“I am happy actually, even if I normally should be annoyed for something like this, I'm happy because you just made things so much easier…I needed a rider for Rev…someone special that can ride him in his first start…and other starts too… I needed someone that understands him. You can clearly handle him on the track, even without anything else than a halter and a lead rope. Are you ready to ride the wind, Ronald? Shannon has told me of your dreams…”

He looked at her, slightly puzzled. The horse affectionately butts his arm, hoping for pettings and nose rubs.

“…but…Jace, Mr. Lis…”

A deep sadness slips onto her beautiful face, and Svea simply shakes her head.

“…He…he can't ride Revenge, Ron…someone…someone made him go off road, he crashed.” She pauses a moment to breath once, deeply, “He…he will be fine though…but he won't be able to ride Rev anytime soon. At least not in the races I want him in. The horse has lost so much time already. I will need your help with the others…”

Ron swallows. Had it been a car crash? Jace was a skilled driver. He simply wouldn't crash. Svea looks more than a little upset and he didn’t want her to take back her offer. He would find out what happened later, on his own time.

“Will you accept Mr. Reid? You just showed me that you are the one that can handle this…wind…”

Her smile is soft, her eyes…he suddenly understood why some men seemed to be captured by them, a innocent baby blue colour, but they still seemed to be able to shift in depth of intensity, from warm to cold.

“I…I don’t want anything more than this…thank you!”

Yeah...I was lazy and did the silhouette thing...the art just didnt want to work with me here...works tho..alittle..

Inspired by these lyrics: [link]
Thanks to =SunsetRevelation for the proofreading and grammarcorrections.