Hey everyone! This fanfiction is based on the animated series. Episode five to be exact. When the hunters set traps for the dingos. Anyone who saw it (You can look it up on Youtube. Few people have it, GemGem3 has the best quality.) will recall that after he kicked the bird away, we didn't see him for the rest of the episode. So, I decided to write a bit about what happened when he ran off. I do not own The Silver Brumby, Arrow, or the old man.
Arrow thought bitterly as he cantered off. He didn't know or care where he was going. He just wanted to get far away from his pathetic half brother.
"What makes THOWRA so special? I'm just as amazing as he is. I'm just a more improved version of him. I'm strong, powerful, beautiful, and the men know it. That's why I get to live in peace." he thought out loud. He found it disappointing that the men weren't obsessing over him like they should, but he adored the fact that he was only ever bothered if the men weren't being picky. As he galloped along, he failed to hear the Currawong following him, trying to drive him away from the land he was entering. He failed to notice he had entered the Brolga's land. He did, however, notice the angry stallion galloping head on at him.
"GET OUT OF MY LAND YOU BABBLING FOOL!" the grey stallion yelled. Arrow neighed in shock, and bolted off. He kept running, fearing that the Brolga would kill him. He felt a large jolt of pain shoot through his leg, but ignored it. As he kept running, the pain got greater. And after a while, two more jabs were sent through his other legs. Now, on one good leg, Arrow fell to the ground. He pinned his ears angrily.
"What is it now?" he muttered. With a snort, he turned around. There was a long trail of blood behind him. Clamped around his two front legs and one back leg were strange metal contraptions. With a moan of frustration, Arrow bashed his hooves against trees to try and rid himself of the pesky manmade things. But with each strike, he only hurt himself further. He whinnied loudly, over and over, hoping anyone would come help him, despite the fact it made him feel reduced to nothing. He never thought he'd be doing what he did next. He lifted his head to the sky, and yelled loudly, and hopefully.
"THOWRA? THOWRA! STORM? BOON BOON? …anyone? Oh no…" he stopped shouting, lowering his head sadly. He felt weak and defeated, and it embarrassed him to no end that he was shouting for help. What made it worse was that he could see the Currawong above him, laughing. Arrow's ears flicked down again, as he called to the annoying bird.
"SHUT UP YOU WASTE OF AIR!" the Currawong looked down at him, a scowl on his face, before ignoring the injured stallion, obviously figuring he'd either bleed out or the hunters would find him. Arrow went to yell at him and tell the bird what a coward he was, but he felt dizzy. The world was fuzzier, and he couldn't see properly. He put his head on the hard dirt ground beneath him. His world faded out shortly after.
When he woke up, he felt his injured legs tightly bound to something. Something soft, unlike that horrid metal that had made him lose his consciousness. He felt something running smoothly along his neck, and he lifted his head to get a better view. What he witnessed was shocking. It was an old man. He was wearing a red shirt, and unlike most of the men Arrow had seen, his face was kind and relaxed. Nevertheless, Arrow had fear in his eyes.
"Easy, young horse," the man said softly. "You had quite a few of those nasty traps set on you. I've been fixing you while you've been out is all. I won't hurt you. But, I'm afraid I will have to keep you here until you get better." Arrow pinned his ears. Nothing would contain the best son of Yarraman there ever was! He tried to stand, but found it hard with his legs bound. Snorting, he struck out a bit. Nothing loosened. With a snort of defeat, Arrow stopped kicking. The man smiled at him.
"At least you can stand. Come on, if you can stand we can get you somewhere comfortable." he said warmly, walking in the direction of his hut. Arrow knew that he needed help. He didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't foolish enough to stay in the open while he was injured. So, he followed the man.
Over the next few days, Arrow grew close to the man. He was allowed to roam freely, but only within the sight of his saviour. His legs got better, and he felt more lively then ever. He still didn't let the man pat him. He was grateful for being saved, but he wouldn't bring himself to let any human touch him. He even told the man his name by using his hooves to write in the dirt. The actual intelligence of the chestnut brumby was amazing.
The day came when Arrow was to be freed. Only he didn't know it. He was grazing happily when the man exited his hut. Arrow couldn't help but neigh a hello. The man walked over to him, and put his hand out. Arrow snorted, and pinned his ears back, lifting his head higher. The man chuckled.
"Still hostile after all I've done for you, young Arrow? Oh well, no more issues then. Just hold still and we'll take a look at your legs." he said quietly. Arrow stood still as the bandages were removed. He heard a satisfied noise from the man.
"They're much better, boy. I reckon you're ready to go back to your herd." he told the young brumby, who neighed in surprise. The man stood up straight, holding the bandages that needed a wash desperately. He sighed.
"I guess we'll go our separate ways now, Arrow." he said gently. Arrow snorted sadly, not understanding why. He felt safe with this man, and he almost found him as a companion. He walked towards the man, and pushed at his empty hand. Dumbstruck, the man managed to raise his hand and give the young stallion a pat. With that, Arrow whinnied proudly, reared into the sky, and galloped into the bush. He was mindful of where he galloped now. As he went, he wondered what lies he would have to feed Thowra and Storm. He also wondered what blabber the Currawong had told the Brolga. He was knocked out of his thoughts when Storm and Boon Boon came into view. He neighed to them. Storm looked surprised, relieved, and almost happy.
"Arrow! Where have you been? It's been a week!" he said in a shocked way. Arrow made a confused face.
"Really?" he asked slowly. Boon Boon nodded, and turned to Storm.
"Doesn't matter where he's been, he's safe. In the nick of time too. Thowra has been searching everywhere for you. He checked several men huts, even other herds lands just looking for you." she told Arrow. Arrow snorted. He was shocked out of his mind. Thowra had actually cared enough to look for him. Storm nudged him.
"Well come on!" he said encouragingly. Arrow cast a glance back the way he'd come.
"Just a minute." he said quickly, urging the other two on. "Thank you." he whispered. Neighing loudly, he galloped to catch up with Storm and Boon Boon.
When Thowra noticed him, his face lit up.
"Arrow! Where have you been, I've been looking everywhere for you!" he exclaimed. Arrow nickered.
"Heh. Nowhere important. Just wandering." he said simply. Thowra obviously wasn't convinced, but he didn't care.
And every night, Arrow stayed up late to pay respect to the human who'd saved him. Maybe, just maybe, he thought as he drifted off. Maybe men aren't so bad after all…