"We are under attack!"

Shattering like glass, the silence of the night was destroyed. From far off in the distance a light shone, drawing nearer, brightening till it landed in an explosion of fire, grass, dirt and rock. Those who stood watch gave squeals of surprise as they were thrown back, skidding unnaturally through the dirt. Smoke filled the air at once, the fire ensnaring the ground like a shadow.

Hooves struck stone as several horses, wide-eyed, nostrils flared, emerged from the caves nearby. The mare among them, whose coat was black as night, reared high on her hind legs and gave a shrill cry of command.

"Scrappers to me! To me! Bachelors, round up the mares and young ones! Get them out!"

Almost every horse was on their hooves, a sea of color, mane and tail, as all knew danger was upon them. One by one, those who bore the name "scrapper", a title of nobility and honor shifted this way and that, changing positions till at least four dozen halted, prepared for those who now flew through the night sky. Their most hated enemy.

The Volupias.

If one so lived to tell the tale of these vulgar beasts, it could only be said, in comparison to forest wolves, they were beyond violent, and could down a grown human in minutes. If not mercilessly shredded, death would come several hours later as the result of a bite. One bite would end any fight.

For years beyond count the horses had fought, for their home, a group of caves set in some mountains. They had found them first, and claimed them, knowing it would bring them shelter. But when the Volupias came and saw it suited better for their kind, they were driven away in a single bloody battle, that brought both sides great loss. Ever since then, the wolves returned and this time, they would not leave, till the horses forfeited the caves or very single one was finished.

"My Liege...Do you really deem it wise to meet these creatures once again in battle?" Beldin, the mistalin of the herd, questioned his leader. " We are just starting to recover from the last attack, several months ago."

"It would be foolish to flee!" Malibu answered nervously.

" But it is also foolish to fight." Beldin countered. "Our numbers are barley fifty-"

" I will not turn away, Beldin! I refuse to give up what is rightfully ours. If I do not live to see it through then I will die fighting for my herd." She pawed the ground in frustration. Touched by his leader's dedication to her herd, the blue roan touched his nose to his leaders neck, gently nudging it. "May the three who walk beyond this world be with you, oh dear Malibu, beloved leader of this herd."

"And may they be with you also, my good friend and mistalin. Now go, join the others. And make sure my son is up and alert."

"I believe I saw him with Sariovo, heading with the bachelors." Beldin reassured her.

" Good, hopefully some will stay with the mares and young ones and others come to join the fight here." Giving a half-rear, Malibu, shoved against Beldin as to get him moving. " Go, now! While there is still time!"

Both parted ways and Malibu raced to her ranks, screaming loudly for all to hear. Twice she galloped about them, then trotted back and forth in front, giving orders along with words of encouragement. Fear rippled off of each horse, like a wave of heat. But loyalty and love for their leader washed it away.

So they waited.

But the attack did not come from in the front of the prepared ranks of horses, came from behind. Screams and squeals were all to be heard as the volupias fell on the scrappers without mercy. With a single cry, Malibu ordered for all to scatter, but already damage was to be seen. Several noble scrappers lay on the blood- stained and burning ground, either broken or mauled one could not say. All to be heard were howls of the wolves, the cries of horses, and the crackle of fire.

With fire reflecting in her dark eyes, Malibu leapt into the fight. Rearing and bringing her hooves down, she threw a wolf to the ground. Snarling, the ugly creature rolled over, and spat fire at her. Nearly missing it she turned, about, giving a ferocious kick to its side, and the beast fell coughing. Soon it was finished, the wild wolf no more.

As the fighting went on from far off in the distance a loud shrill call could be heard. For but a moment the battle paused, all heads raised. Out of the dark, leaping, almost flying over the fire, fifteen more horses barreled into the fray, catching the wolves by surprise. Hope seemed to take a timid step nearer, yet not another for defeat stood in her way.

Though the battle resumed, the wolves too had called for backup along with their leader, to give aid.

Wings spread wide twice his size , head bent low, Zyron, watched in amusement the battle below him. Zyron, however had no interest in fighting the whole herd. One target did he have his eyes set one. Taking down the leader, Malibu was his outmost goal. Leaderless the horses would flee, far away if he let them, or fall quicker. His cares for either outcome were barely in existence. Falling off the cliff he stood on, beating his great wings up and down, giving a howl and searching for his prey.

" Mother! Behind you!"

Shoving the wolf she was entangled with, away, nipping its ear fiercely drawing blood, Malibu twisted about on her hind hooves but was thrown aside by another wolf, into a wall of fire. Screaming as her coat began to singe, she arose galloping out of the blaze. A loud snarl ending with a painful crack and cry made her rush forward in worry. Sliding to a halt a few feet away from the fire, she lowered her head in relief. There lay the wolf who had burned her alive, rigid. Its neck was broken. The eyes were open in surprise, lips drawn back in a last snarl.

" My son, you have saved me!" Malibu whinnied happily, touching noses with her son, a young stallion with a bronze colored coat. Anubis was more precious to her than anything in the world. After Xye, the father of Zyron, ambushed and killed Leyon, her beloved mate, Malibu cherished her son, who was a constant reminder of his father who was the bravest stallion she ever knew.

"You need not mention it, my liege." Anubis replied, humbly bowing his head. The two exchanged breath, then both returned to the battle which was not going well. Anubis downed two wolves, neither going down with ease. One singed the skin off his left front shoulder, while the other gave him a nasty cut on his jaw. Both wounds dripped blood, weakening him. Kicking away the carcasses Anubis scanned the battle for his mother but in vain, for he could not locate her. A horse galloped by, a volupias at its heels. Anubis' heart sank in despair at the scene before him. Many more horses lay dead. Blood stained the grass. The numbers were dwindling as was their time. Once more did he search for Malibu. At last he saw her. Chasing after a volupias whose wing was broken. Anubis was suddenly horrified, when he spotted Zyron, lift his head from feasting on a downed scrapper and take off after his mother. 

No! Anubis screamed in his mind. Go after her. Tearing after her, Anubis ran as fast as he could. Time seemed to slow, as if he was running in water. While hooves met the earth, his heart pounded loudly, nearly deafening him.

With claws outstretched, maw open Zyron fell onto Malibu's back, biting down hard on her neck. With a loud squeal she stumbled. She gave a loud painful scream, that would forever haunt the heart of Anubis erupted from Malibu. That was the last cry she would ever utter again.

" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Anubis screamed.

Hello all! I do apologize for being inactive for the longest time in the history of time hahah. I have been working hard at college! Yes im already about to start my second semester! :O 
Anyway, The Untamables is a story I started writing in seventh grade, and i meant to finish it in High School, but sadly enough that never happened. 

But I had some time over break to get back into it and so here is the prologue to the book, remade. I worked so hard on this and tho its still far from complete at least i can give you the story as it is being told!

Enjoy! 

Niniak xxx