Cassa [P.O. Lyss Leviera]

[Maxine Porter]

Stable Number: 7

Name: Catahecassa (Cassa)
Birth Date: July 30, 1997
Gender: Male

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Eye Color: Black
Mane & Tail: Black
Coat: Brown
Breed: Clydesdale
Height: 17h

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Breaking Difficulty: Moderate
Trainer Necessity:

• Persistent
  
  
• Calm
  
  
• Stubborn
  

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Personality:

• Stubborn ~ Too stubborn for his own good actually
  
  
• Mischievous ~ He likes to play around and be a pain
  
  
• Caring ~ He cares about few, but when he does, he sometimes can go a bit overboard
  
  
• Protective of those he cares about ~ He doesn’t like those who he cares for to be hurt and tries to keep them away from danger.
  
  
• Guarded ~ He has a personal guard up to protect himself. It makes it so he doesn’t trust easily and makes him keep his distance from most.
  
  
• Solitary ~ He doesn’t depend on anyone but himself and prefers quiet solitude to being with others.
  

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History:

• He was born at a good stable and was sold to people his owners had thought were proper to be taking care of a horse.
  
  
• His new owners treated him like a machine and as soon as he could work, they made him do the same work an older horse would do. They over worked him and nearly killed him.
  
  
• Then he was sent to a farm where horses go to get better and be able to be normal horses, but he was always guarded and snappy. He wouldn’t let anyone near him with anything like a saddle or harness; he would snap at them and try to kick them. Nobody could do anything for him.
  
  
• So he was sent to a god home, where some more professional people would try to deal with his problems. But they just made it worse; he eventually wouldn’t let anyone near him.
  
  
• Catalpa Academy found him and took him in, hoping that one of the students would be able to help him.
  
  
• Nobody has been able to get near him; he lashes out at anyone who comes near him, no matter what. He always has a slightly frightened look in his eyes, from the dreams that he has every night; he relives the worst days of his life over and over again, never being able to get away from the torture. Surely somebody can help ease the pain and help him get over what has been done to him.
  

[Lyss Leviera]

Moonlight Stable

I walked slowly through the stable, looking at everything and blocking out painfully joyous memories; all those happy memories were lies, nothing but lies. Everything nice in my life has been lies, I reminded myself, quickly dismissing the fact. I knew how life was; I knew how it would be for me. I wouldn’t be able to escape the cruelty of life for long; it would catch up to me no matter where I went, it was just a matter of time. But just how much time? I asked myself silently, before knocking all those thoughts out of my head. If I kept my distance and didn’t get my hopes up, I might just avoid the pain for a while. I shook my head, continuing to wander the stable, looking in stalls at the horses. I wondered how life was for them, if they had ever been wronged, if they had ever felt anything like I had. Maybe, some people are just cruel like that. I said out loud, knowing that I was alone with the horses, and I doubted they would say anything back.

You can say that again.

I stopped dead, not knowing where the voice was coming from. Was someone here after all, I asked myself, and if they are, how would they know what I was talking about? I looked around; checking everywhere someone might have been able to hide. Hello? Is anyone here? I said just loud enough for anyone in
the stable to hear me, and feeling like a complete idiot.

Yes, actually many anyone’s are here.

There was that voice again! Where was it coming from? Nobody was here but the horses, but they couldn’t talk, could they? I looked around me once more and came face to face with a large, actually very large, horse. I looked curiously at the horse. He can’t talk, can he? He’s a horse. I said to myself almost silently.

Thank you for saying the obvious and what is wrong with me
talking?

I stared at the horse in shock; the voice was in my head, not out loud. Maybe he could talk, but I had never run into a talking horse before, NEVER. It just didn’t happen, except in fairytales. But fairytales aren’t real, there are no unicorns, or dragons, or Pegasus’. But this was a horse, and I had seen horses many times before. But this time it was different, like another subconscious was connected to my own, and I could feel it easier when I concentrated on it. It was odd, but I got a sort of flash from a book I had read a while ago. I went with guessing this was what Eragon felt when he chatted with Saphira in the Inheritance Trilogy. And that was kind of freaky. You are a horse, yet you can speak to me like a normal human being. Am I getting it right? I asked the horse, again feeling like a complete idiot, but hey, I wanted an answer!

Yep, you are dead on. Welcome to what some people may call the world of insanity. What’s your name anyway?

I couldn’t believe it; I was having a conversation with a horse. I was seriously speaking to a horse, and it was speaking back. This only happened in stories, not real life. But nobody really knows what the human or horse mind is capable of, at least not fully. I smiled at the horse. It was a gelding, I knew that straight off, and he was about 17 hands. He looked like a Clydesdale, with a brown coat, black mane and tail, white feathers and white hooves. He was a gorgeous horse, except for all the mud on his coat and the knots in his mane and tail. His forelock fell into his eyes, blocking them from full sight, but they looked frightened, almost haunted. I wondered what was wrong with him, but answered his question and didn’t press anything. I’m Alyssa Leviera, but please, call me Lyss. Who might you be? I asked him quietly, taking a step closer. He put his head up a bit, obviously unsure what I was going to do. I held up my hands and stayed where I was, letting my shoulders fall so I represented no threat.

I don’t have a name, you get to choose it.

I get to choose it? Haven’t you already got one? I was confused by this, but I didn’t let it show much. He snorted like he was laughing at me, but I could see a half playful glint in his eyes. I seemed to be missing something, but I had no idea what. All I knew about this school was that it had both a high school and collage, and that it had a stable and a riding program. There was obviously something big I was missing.

I’ve had many, but you get to choose my new name. Don’t you know that if a horse can talk to you it becomes your responsibility and you get to take care of it? Not that you’ll need to do much for me. I’ve chosen you, so you choose my name and what happens to me now, mainly which stable you want me to be moved to. Didn’t anybody tell you that?

I shook my head slowly, understanding everything. So that’s what I was missing! I thought, and then remembered why. My dad hadn’t told me anything about the place, just made me pack my things and practically kicked me out the door. Well, at least now I knew, even if I did learn it from a horse. Nope, nobody bothered to mention it to me. I guess I’m lucky I had you here to tell me. And you’re sure you want me to choose your name? You don’t want to choose it yourself?

Just pick a name and stop standing there.

The voice was harder and with a slight edge. I laughed slightly, Okay, okay, I’ll pick a name. You’re slightly pushy. I thought for a minute, I didn’t have a clue what to call him. But I had always liked the way one name had sounded. How about Catahecassa? Or just Cassa for short.

Pretty cool actually, I like it. What’s it mean?

I shrugged, I didn’t truly know. But I knew it was a Native American name. I used to know what it meant, but it just got lost in my head. All I remember is it’s a Native American name, from the Shawnee tribe. I said quietly, not wanting to have any chance to spook him, still seeing the frightened, haunted look in his eyes. I took another step closer, keeping my hands where he could see them. He looked warily at me but didn’t move, and he didn’t move when I took another step forward. I kept slowly walking toward the stall with my hands in plain sight. He didn’t move but just watched me. I could tell he was very wary of people, and most likely didn’t let them near him often. I got to the stall door and leaned on it, watching him for any signs of fear. I didn’t see any, so I held my hand up a little in front of his nose, letting him decide whether he trusted me or not. After a minute he slowly touched my hand and let me stroke his face and neck. I reached into my pocket and took out one of the treats I had snuck in with my stuff. He ate it slowly, cautiously, as if still not trusting me completely. I stroked his neck once more and backed away. I’ll see you later, boy. I said and walked slowly out of the stable, thinking only one thing,
That was very interesting.

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