To an outside observer, it would look like someone had startled the powerful mare in the middle of feeding its foal. It jumped, and looked around frantically before calming slightly and allowing the foal to continue to suckle.
To Mike, it was like waking out of a nightmare and into a new nightmare.
He remembered everything. Aaron, the young knight, had taken him on quests for the kingdom, succeeding wonderfully on two. The third wasn't so successful. Aaron had died rather horribly at the hands of a knight while he tried to save a young princess. After that, Mike had been taken as part of the spoils of war.
And from there, the powerful mare and obvious breeding stock had been sent to the dark knights castle. She had willingly been breed several times. She looked at the foal suckling even now from her teats and looked though her memories. This one was at least her fifth, perhaps sixth.
She looked around the pasture at the other horses and the looming walls of the nearby castle. Why had she suddenly awoken? What had changed? She felt sure she could escape, but to what end? Years had passed. if the others were still playing the game, then where were they?
She lowered her head and took a mouthful of grass. Maybe it would be best just to live on the farm for a while and sort this out.