I do not like to be pushed around. I was never good when it came to someone telling me what to do. I always listened to Father, but there were times with Mother got under my skin. 'Don't do this,' or 'Don't do that,' 'Make sure you have manners,' 'Oh sweetheart you have to wear a dress,' and most of all 'Calliel you must be nice even if others are rude' : although I hated it when Mother would say these things I never thought I'd miss hearing them. I mean really I guess I shouldn't have yelled at her each time she said those things she always meant well. Yet that still doesn't mean I am not independent. Even though the stallion was rummaging in my knapsack I did not approve of his behavior. That knapsack is my personal property, it is mine, and even though my handlers like to personally break down my room and come into my territory I do not approve this stallion poking through what is mine. I gently bat at the side of his face only wanting to annoy him enough to get his big fat nose out of my bag. A small simper appears on my porcelain face as my own bright crystal blue eyes narrow on that one violet eye that peaks from his blonde mane. As I move away from him, keeping my knapsack away and bringing out two apples for him to see. Letting him know that he will not be receiving such things unless he behaves. Placing the apple on the ground for him I give him some room until I notice another male approaching. Ever since my parents were gone I couldn't trust anyone and I certainly do not trust him. I move a bit closer to the stallion, one hand gently going to his side of his neck wanting to at least reassure myself that the horse would be between me and this man. As the stable man speaks I tilt my head once more to the side, my eyes shifting from him to the stallion, my voice much louder and bolder. My hands are placed at my hips as I stand in a more authoritative position.

"Don't you know the difference between a colt and a stallion? A colt wouldn't be used for breeding...and he doesn't look like a colt."

I am 17 years old. I know damn well about sex. Every teenager is well aware about sex so I find it a bit insulting he expects me to run to my parents about what a horse is used for instead of riding. I mean come on â€" I have no parents...idiot. When the stallion moves I almost reach out for him, to tug his mane and gently pull him back towards me. Come on I'm not an idiot and he shouldn't think I am either. Yet I refrain from touching him and merely take a step to the side. A frown appears on my face when I see the halter start to settle on his face and I cannot help but make my way over to the heavier man and simply shove him. Sure I shouldn't have done such a thing, but I didn't think it was right. He was lying...and I just...knew. Not my fault if the horse was dumb enough to get the halter on himself. Yet as the man continues to force the horse to follow him I am about to shove again until my eyes widen with horror and disbelief as the horse suddenly turns into a bare-chested man. I did not wish this. I swear to God I did not wish for this horse to turn into a man â€" let's get this straight. I am simply in utter shock and suspicion that it is possible for a man to turn into a horse or a horse turn into a man. I clutch my knapsack and take another step away from the man as he frees himself from the halter. I simply shake my head as I pull some of my golden locks out of my face. I don't like feeling like I don't know what is going on...Father always told me things to keep me in the light instead of the dark. Once again I place my hands on my hips attempting to act as if I have always seen a horse turn into a beautiful man. Fuck I hope he doesn't have any other magic capability of me describing what he looked like.

"...why rummage through my knapsack without permission..."

As he sticks his hand out to me and prattles on about how he would have handled the man I simply shove my hand into his, and give him a firm shake. Taking a step closer I continue to hold myself with some pride as I speak up still not backing down.

"Calliel...and...I'm sure I'm the one that is going to need therapy after this. Who would believe a delusional girl telling their therapist that a horse turned into a man...what the hell are you?

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable