Book2:KigdomIteDreams

toppedbesidethecliffandlookedlonginglyatthevastexpanseofgreeninfrontofit.Itdidthatwhepassedthisway.Itwashisonlyhope.Itseemedtoalwaysbethinkingiestobeatrivalstallerandstronger.Buttoday,thiswasfarfromitsthoughts.Thebloodysufromthefarwestattractedit.Itraiseditshead,neighedsorrowfullyandplungeddownintotheravinebelow.Dimitriwascaughtbysurpriseandcoulddonothingstopreventit.Butknowingthehigh-mettledcharacteristicsofhishorsesowell,hehadknownthiswouldhappensooer,buthedidn’texpectittobesosoon.Lightning’swasthestoryofallunsuccessfulheroeswhodied,grievedandindignant.Therewerealltoomanyofthemthroughouttheages.Dimitrithoughtthattheirfateandhisweresimir,butLightningwasmoreceous–itdied.Them,Dimitriwasastouhefamiliarneighingofhisfavoritehorsepiergtheskies.HelookedupandsawcloudsetogethertoformtheshapeofaFlyingHorse.“Ah!Lightninghasebae.Withpowerfulwingsathisservicehedoesnotneedhishoofsanymore.”

    Darknesscoveredtheskiesandthemoongraduallyroseiwithallitsmagnifice,castingitsluminousraysonthemeadowsofthemysteriousKingdom.Swarmsoffirefliesrosefromthegrass,addinglifeandvivaciousothemysteriousmeadows.Durihesoilhadabsorbedenormousenergyfromthepowerfulraysofthesun.Now,thefadeddryrottedgrassyonthewarmsoil,enjoyingtheremnantwarmthofthesunandthecaressesofthegloriousmooheyy,pcidlybaskingintheraysofthesunandthemoon,appearingtobeasleep,butnotquiteasleep;seemingtobeawakebutnotquiteawake.Therereallywasnodefiniteborderliweenwakeandsleep.Eveniftherewere,itwasblurryandindistinct.Thus,theyquietlyreedthere,thec