Only Time Will Tell Anonymous

I’ll always remember that drive; there was a crisp summer breeze sailing in through my window and the taste of early-morning dew still hung in the air. My heart was beating so fast, I could hardly hear my favorite song, “Sweet Caroline”, blasting on the radio. I rounded the corner onto my trainer’s barn property and there, standing in the morning light, was the most ravishing creature I had ever seen. The sun illuminated his dark brown coat; his elegance made him look as though he was not of this world. He was a beautiful four-year-old Warmblood pony, and he was all mine. My parents used to tell me that my best friend growing up was the demi-god, Percy Jackson, from my favorite book series. I didn’t even have to think about it: I would call him Perseus.

I was as content as could be; I had owned Percy for three months. I felt like I was on top of the world, but then my whole world shifted--literally. Before I could process what was happening, there was a sickening crack. For an instant, my world was black. When I regained consciousness, I was instantly greeted by big, brown, playful eyes peering down at me. My trainer was the next to appear in my line of vision. “What are we going to do with you Perseus,” she was no longer...