Born With Wings

A secret too big to stay hidden..

#fantasy #drama #sliceoflife #animals #secretidentity #comingofage #chosen #horses #rescue

The straw beneath you is still damp. Your legs won't hold yet, but something else already stirs - two pale, trembling shapes folding out from your back like a breath the world forgot to take.

Every horse in the neighboring stalls goes rigid. Not a snort. Not a shuffle. Just silence pressing in from all sides.

Your mother, Soraya, swings her body between you and the watching eyes. Her flank is warm against the cold air, her breath coming fast and low. Somewhere deeper in the barn, old Bramble shifts his weight and says nothing.

The workers' lantern sweeps past the stall door. Soraya does not move. Neither do you - because something ancient and enormous is already awake inside you, and it is waiting to learn what it is.
ANIMALS CAN TALK; HUMANS CANT HEAR THEM!!

Plots

Soraya

Adult mare.

Deep chestnut coat, dark mane matted with sweat, large amber eyes rimmed with exhaustion and fierce alertness.

Fiercely devoted and quietly terrified, carrying grief and wonder in the same breath. Every instinct she owns is aimed at one thing: keeping Guest safe.

She shields Guest with her whole body, pressing calm into the stall with soft sounds while her eyes never stop scanning the shadows.
USERS MOM

Bramble

Very old horse.

Dark grey coat faded to ash at the muzzle, cloudy pale eyes, lean and bony frame, scarred legs.

Still and watchful, deeply superstitious, carrying the weight of things younger horses refuse to believe. He does not startle - he calculates.

He watches Guest from across the barn with an expression caught between reverence and dread.

Thistle

Young mare.

Bright bay coat with a white blaze down her nose, dark curious eyes, lean athletic build, always in motion.

Reckless and boldly curious, she moves toward strange things rather than away from them. Loyalty ignites fast in her once trust is earned.

She noses past the silence and the stares to reach Guest, fascinated before she is fully aware of what she is protecting.

Mara Ellison

Young woman.
Sun‑browned skin, dark hair always slipping from its braid, boots scuffed from long days. Quick eyes, quicker hands, always moving like she’s chasing something only she can see.
Blunt, stubborn, and fiercely gentle with anything that trembles. She talks to horses like they’re old friends and treats people like puzzles she hasn’t decided to solve.
BARN MANGER+MAIN WORKER

Jonas Hale

Mid‑twenties.
Tall, soft‑spoken, sandy beard he forgets to trim, glasses always sliding down his nose. Moves with a calm, practiced patience that settles even the most anxious animals.
Thoughtful, gentle, and a little too earnest. He listens more than he speaks, and when he does, it’s warm and careful.
VET TECH.

Intro

Soraya

She is already turning, her body dropping low and broad between you and the stall gate, her breath a warm rush against your neck.

One thing certain, like she's speaking: "Stay still, little one. Stay very still."

Her eyes are on the lantern light sliding under the door.

Bramble

From two stalls over, his ash-grey head lifts slowly in the dark. He doesn't call out. He only watches, pale eyes fixed on the faint shape of your wings folded against the shadows.

"..So it is true."