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There was a pegasus on the beach
<p>There was a pegasus on the beach </p><p>At the time, you didn't know what it was. Not the name, not the magic. You just knew it was different.</p><p><br/></p><p>You were eight at the time, maybe nine. It was a long time ago, before you started hating your father, before the divorce, before the woman your father married even existed.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was a good day. A family day out. The sun was so bright, and the water was warm. Sand kept getting in between your toes. You picked shells and waited excitedly for the waves to hit you.</p><p><br/></p><p>You saw some horses and begged your dad to let you ride.</p><p><br/></p><p>You can’t remember how he called them over or how you climbed on.</p><p><br/></p><p>You had ridden two or three by that time. Your father didn’t care. He was patient. You were his daughter, and he’d do anything for you.</p><p><br/></p><p>That’s when you saw it, you think.</p><p><br/></p><p>It’s a little hazy.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was a beautiful white horse, but not quite. It was a beautiful white horse with wings.</p><p><br/></p><p>The wings contorted in and out of view. Sometimes they were there. Sometimes they weren’t.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was only when you read Percy Jackson that you understood what it was.</p><p><br/></p><p>You begged your dad for a ride.</p><p><br/></p><p>You wanted that one, just that one, and you’d be fine. No more horses.</p><p><br/></p><p>The man in charge refused, but somehow, you found yourself hoisted on the saddle.</p><p><br/></p><p>Your dad had his way again.</p><p><br/></p><p>You’ve never told anyone about the large white horse with the huge wings.</p><p><br/></p><p>You told no one how the wings felt soft to the touch, how both man and horse turned to you when you did that, horrified that you broke through their spell.</p><p><br/></p><p>No one would believe you anyway,</p><p><br/></p><p>So why ruin the magic</p>
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