For days, Marek had lingered after work, trailing Nico to the cliffs where Sneakers waited. His eyes burned with envy, tracking every careful motion Nico made while grooming and mounting the horse. Warnings went unheeded; he thought himself clever, unstoppable.
That day, he finally acted. Marek approached Sneakers roughly, jerking at the reins, shouting insults.
“Stupid! Dumb beast! You’ll do as I say!”
He struck the horse, raw anger spilling from every motion.
Sneakers stiffened, nostrils flaring. Then, without warning, he surged upward. Marek’s shouts turned to screams as the world fell away beneath him. The horse rose higher, wings fully unfurled, lifting him toward the clouds.
For a heartbeat, Marek hung there — furious, terrified, powerless. Then Sneakers tilted, twisted, and threw him off. He hit the cliffs first, then tumbled into the sea below — the very waters where Sneakers had been reborn.
From afar, villagers whispered in awe:
“I saw it! A horse… with wings! And a man fell after it!”
Closer to the shore, the story was harsher, quieter:
“Marek S., 25, missing near the cliffs. Has anyone seen him?”
Nico stood frozen, heart tight in his chest, hands resting on Sneakers’ neck. He hadn’t wanted this. But he had seen the cruelty, the recklessness. And now, the cliffs were silent. The horse had spoken.
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