There was a bright flash. Sassy kept her eyes closed, as to not blind herself, and when she opened them, she saw that Anya was gone. The soldiers were not, though. And she felt very bloated and off-center...
"She disappeared. Maybe she really was a witch," one of the men murmured.
The leader, wide-eyed, shook his head, gathering his senses. "Forget it. It's not important. Rorik, will this horse work for you?"
The other rebel soldier walked over an examined the dazed Sassy, noticing the large lump she had. "I...don't think so, sir. She looks to be pregnant. Best we leave her be. I can just find another horse when we get back to the stables."
Pregnant?! Whatever the soldiers were saying next, Sassy tuned out as the word hit her. The stallion had just rutted her, sure, but if he had bred her, it shouldn't have happened this quick! The horseshoes....Anya....pregnancy....
The soldiers were leaving now, because they wouldn't have a use for a pregnant mare. So, the horseshoes must have done this....meaning...oh no...
She felt a kick. Anya was ready to come out.