Hiya just thought i would paste the full version of the first chapter here for all my fans and fans-to-be. Later.

Shantih's eyes fluttered open as the soft sunlight tickled her eyelids. For amoment she just sat there, enjoying the sweet smell of
the musky morning and of horses. Pulling on her jeans and a shirt she hurried down the winding staircase of her moorland cottage to the
stables.Horses nickered and snorted to her as she past, hoping for polos or sugar cubes.
"Sorry Cherrylea, no apples today." she said with a smile to her father's prize broodmare. In a quiet corner of the stables her Stallion
chewed hay contentedly.
"Here Pelota, good boy" shantih murmured as she slipped into his stall. Still murmuring she gently groomed his blue black coat till Pelota
shone like a mirror. Pulling a comb though his mane she thought of the summer holidays that would soon be streching out in front of her.6
weeks of riding over the untamed moorland that lay between Shantih's house and the bay.But her dad's voice brought her back to earth.
"I hope that you plan to go to school today madam."her father said, reading her mind,and with a lopsided smile added:
"Maybe you should clampdown on your maths instead of daydreaming" She smiled at her father.He was tanned with black hair and a smiling red
face. Giving pelota one final pat she wandered indoors to change into her school uniform. By the time her father returned to the kitchen she
was dressed in a white blouse, black tie and a black skirt and heating up a chocalate un du pain (french type of bread)for her breakfast.
"Ready for school?"said her father with his eyebrows raised. She pointed to her bag on the chair. Sitting down he picked up the paper.
"What time do you need to be there Shantih?" she glanced up at the clock and gasped in horror.
"For 9 o clock!" Running out the door with her bag she yelled "See you later Dad!"



"I cant wait till the holidays" groaned Jordan as Mr. Dengie started yet another formula."I don't no how he expects us to understand this junk"
Shantih agreed wholeheartedly. " Now i want everyones attention, including you Michelle." said Mr. Dengie. Michelle was another of Shantih's
friends who was really good at maths but couldn't be bothered with the classes. Most the time she sat there braiding her dark hair.
"Tests" Mr. Dengie said above the groans of the class."begin in 3 weeks time so study hard and don't worry about asking me questions.I won't bite."
He chuckled to himself in that i-think-im-funny-way. Most of the class believed he was funny but in a very different way. The bell rang and
without a seconds hesitation the pupils began to push towards the coat racks."See you tomorrow girls" Michelle called as she rushed out the door.
Like a chemical reaction others followed. Jordan and Shantih began to walk home. Jordan lived on the crest of a hill a little way past Shantih's
own home and stables. She to owned a horse, a bay gelding with 3 white socks and a striking blaze on his face called Star.Together jordan and star
had won lots of jumping shows until last year when Star sprained his tendons badly. She was being more careful. "When will Mr. Dengie learn to take
his own advice. He was the one who told us less is more.He should apply that rule to the homework he gives out." Shantih smiled in agreement.
"Homework and i don't mix, will he ever get it? He's such a hypocryrte sometimes."


Walking into the sweet smelling stable was like bliss for Shantih. Shadowmancer,a top class show horse boarded here snorted and flared his nostrils
at her." You never liked me." Shantih told him almost sadly. He was a beautiful horse with nothing but pure unblemished black all over his glossy body.
His owner was the only boy she knew that was into horses, apart from her dad. He had this soft longish creamy brown hair and deep ,soul seeing eyes like
blue fire. His name was Matt Zrowski and he was in her class at school. With