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it was bright and cold as the pure white colt was born his blue eyes shining as he opend them his mother stood and smiled after she found him they walked back to the herd and his father walked up with a frown his deep dapple grey coat and his mothers blue roan coat not matching the pure white colts the elder mare in the herd gasped with a shreik form a younger horse "NO it cant be storm you must name him now he matches with the story if a pure white colt with bright blue eyes is born mid winter they can see and speak to spirts" the elder mare looked scared as storm sighed " well call him ghost" three months later ghost was running through the field already the size of the 6 month old colts he beat them all in races before hearing his mother call "ghost!" he lifted his head and loped away adding a big stride as he got near