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Had she felt like Cinderella when they arrived in such style at the ball now she felt like in dreaming. She walked across the room that was filled with people so many famous people. In the crowd around the bar she lost the other DLS members and suddenly found herself all alone in the crowd, greeting someone here and then, when suddenly someone took her by the hand and well – abducted her. Lyo led her through the building and she was just looking around admiring things here and there. And suddenly, they were alone.

The light in the room was dimmed. Actually she couldn’t really tell if there where the light was actually coming from. It appeared as if this room had been unseen by humans for quite a while. There was dust crawling over the floor, flowing around them in swirls where they walked. Faint music echoing through the room and so they danced.

For a long time there was no word spoken between them, no big gestures. It was all the magic of the moment and they wanted to keep it as long as possible.
Anna knew that she liked him, almost from the first moment she had liked him. Knowing who he was and what people say about him it had been so clear for her that she wouldn’t fall in love with him. Lyo was fun, that had been the way she wanted to see it and till that morning in winter she was sure that he felt the same, that Lyo thought she was well – fun. But now?

Lyo looked at her so honest and solemn. It seems like she never saw him before. There was a deep sparkle in his eyes. Or was it the light? He looked down at the rushling fabric of her dress.

“That’s the christmas gift that you gave me.” She smiled happily. “For a long time I was afraid to open it up. It was so special and so precious. I was afraid that it could loose it’s magic once I open it and drag it into the real world.” Anna remembered how mean she had been to him some months before and stared down at the seem of the dress and couldn’t stand to look into Lyo’s enchanting eyes anymore. She watched her steps to the music. “When I was – at home – with my family I hided it wrapped in Amadeus’ blanket. They shouldn’t know about it. When I came back the girls of DLS told me I should open it up at once, but I refused. They started to bet about the things inside. What it was and how long it would last. My Boss was sinister as always and vanished everytime we started talking about it. And we had a big fight about it, where he made perfectly clear what he thought about the idea to go to the ball and take it with me. I decided to open it up some hours ago and I was just...” Anna sighed with glinting eyes. “... just...”
Lyo looked confused. Where they really still talking about a dress? Anna continued.
“... afraid that it would vanish at twelve with the last sound of the clock. But it’s a risk worth taking.” She couldn’t help but laugh.

When I was a little girl Granny promised me that I would dance with a prince one day. I would be going to the ball like cinderella, in a horse drawn carriage – made out of a pumpkin - with four horses. She told me they would be white, but I wanted them to be a chestnut, a bay, a gray and a black one. Later I only wanted one. I wanted to ride to the ball on my own horse like a hussar. I asked my mom and my stepfather if they would keep a horse for me, and they said: Here are plenty of horses you can ride.
I picked a sealbay stallion, he was 12 years old like me and so difficult to ride, that my parents couldn’t sell him to any client, so he was only kept in the stable because of his bloodline and his stud qualities. I started to go for long walks with him and played with him on the field. I slept in his box. Well I tried to, but Frank would find me and shout at me that the horse could trample me to death. I couldn’t understand, because I loved that horse so much and I thought he was my friend.
It took me two years to get on its back for a longer period of time. I read much about horses and dressage training. Along with the show jumpers I trained and showed for my parent’s stable I worked with him every free minute that my parents would give me. With 16 we both went to our first competitions and worked our way up to the young rider’s championships. We placed 3rd and I believe that the honour round was one of the happiest days in my whole life. Dostojewski was bucking all over the place out of joy when we galloped out of the arena. ... Frank and my mother waited outside, with a very elegant women and a girl who was a bit younger than me. The girl grabbed Dostos reigns and said: “I love him, I want to try him out now.” I was confused, my parents were smiling at me, telling me – still smiling – that they finally found a person who would take the horse home... sold MY horse for 73.000€. I was mad, I kicked the girl away from my horse and brought him to the trailer. I ignored what my parents told me. I mean this is my horse... they can’t sell my horse. I groomed him and brought him into the trailer. When I turned around my mother stood infront of me and she slapped me in the face so hard that I fell down and landed under my horses belly, where I crouched. Dosto looked down at me and snorted, ignoring my mother, who screamed at me, that the horse would belong to her stable and that I shouldn’t be so ungrateful and arrogant to believe that I could keep the horse, if it’s sale could save the stables finances for a whole year. I cried, why wouldn’t she see that we belonged together. I was the one who made him so calm, that you could send him to the police as a police horse. I was the one that trained him, that brought him so far. We could go to the Olympics together!
My mother dragged my out of the trailer and had to watch them unloading my horse and leading him away to the truck of the buyer. He turned around and neighed in my direction. I was desperate and screamed and cried my heart out. My parents were embarassed and put me into the car and brought me home.

Granny was afraid I would starve to death, because I stopped eating out of protest. After a week they brought me into the hospital and force-fed me. I even got some medics to calm me down. I could eat and train horses again about two weeks later, but I remained sad and depressed.
My parents would give me new horses for training. Messed up show jumpers with nice pedigrees, that I should fix. I trained three of them and saw them going to their new owners, knowing that they would suffer the same wrong treatment there, that messed them up in the first place. I wondered what happened to my horse. Every evening I prayed to the goddess to bring Dosto back to me. I promised him telepathically that I would find him and buy him back. I saved all my money for that purpose. I searched the internet for it and put a “Wanted Ad” on several message boards and forums. I found out that they renamed him “King Henry” and that he competed in the Olympics qualifications. I found a photograph of him, which scared me half to death. His rider had stuffed his mouth with so many bits, I could hardly imagine how he would let them do this. He looked like I felt. Back then I thought there was no person that experienced a more dreadful faith than me. (silly I know). Several weeks I had no news about him, until someone noted me and told me, that my horse had been involved in an accident and had been shot to deliver him from his pain.

Two weeks later, I packed my bags, said goodbye to my grandma in the middle of the night and ran away from “my home”.

I met Charly in Hamburg. We were both working in a... well dodgy etablissement not far from the red light district. It was her who introduced me to a famous dressage trainer, who would help me with a real apprenticeship. I competed in several events and there we met the Boss. The rest is history

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Had she felt like Cinderella when they arrived in such style at the ball now she felt like in dreaming. She walked across the room that was filled with people so many famous people. In the crowd around the bar she lost the other DLS members and suddenly found herself all alone in the crowd, greeting someone here and then, when suddenly someone took her by the hand and well – abducted her. Lyo led her through the building and she was just looking around admiring things here and there. And suddenly, they were alone.

The light in the room was dimmed. Actually she couldn’t really tell if there where the light was actually coming from. It appeared as if this room had been unseen by humans for quite a while. There was dust crawling over the floor, flowing around them in swirls where they walked. Faint music echoing through the room and so they danced.

For a long time there was no word spoken between them, no big gestures. It was all the magic of the moment and they wanted to keep it as long as possible.
Anna knew that she liked him, almost from the first moment she had liked him. Knowing who he was and what people say about him it had been so clear for her that she wouldn’t fall in love with him. Lyo was fun, that had been the way she wanted to see it and till that morning in winter she was sure that he felt the same, that Lyo thought she was well – fun. But now?

Lyo looked at her so honest and solemn. It seems like she never saw him before. There was a deep sparkle in his eyes. Or was it the light? He looked down at the rushling fabric of her dress.

“That’s the christmas gift that you gave me.” She smiled happily. “For a long time I was afraid to open it up. It was so special and so precious. I was afraid that it could loose it’s magic once I open it and drag it into the real world.” Anna remembered how mean she had been to him some months before and stared down at the seem of the dress and couldn’t stand to look into Lyo’s enchanting eyes anymore. She watched her steps to the music. “When I was – at home – with my family I hided it wrapped in Amadeus’ blanket. They shouldn’t know about it. When I came back the girls of DLS told me I should open it up at once, but I refused. They started to bet about the things inside. What it was and how long it would last. My Boss was sinister as always and vanished everytime we started talking about it. And we had a big fight about it, where he made perfectly clear what he thought about the idea to go to the ball and take it with me. I decided to open it up some hours ago and I was just...” Anna sighed with glinting eyes. “... just...”
Lyo looked confused. Where they really still talking about a dress? Anna continued.
“... afraid that it would vanish at twelve with the last sound of the clock. But it’s a risk worth taking.” She couldn’t help but laugh.

When I was a little girl Granny promised me that I would dance with a prince one day. I would be going to the ball like cinderella, in a horse drawn carriage – made out of a pumpkin - with four horses. She told me they would be white, but I wanted them to be a chestnut, a bay, a gray and a black one. Later I only wanted one. I wanted to ride to the ball on my own horse like a hussar. I asked my mom and my stepfather if they would keep a horse for me, and they said: Here are plenty of horses you can ride.
I picked a sealbay stallion, he was 12 years old like me and so difficult to ride, that my parents couldn’t sell him to any client, so he was only kept in the stable because of his bloodline and his stud qualities. I started to go for long walks with him and played with him on the field. I slept in his box. Well I tried to, but Frank would find me and shout at me that the horse could trample me to death. I couldn’t understand, because I loved that horse so much and I thought he was my friend.
It took me two years to get on its back for a longer period of time. I read much about horses and dressage training. Along with the show jumpers I trained and showed for my parent’s stable I worked with him every free minute that my parents would give me. With 16 we both went to our first competitions and worked our way up to the young rider’s championships. We placed 3rd and I believe that the honour round was one of the happiest days in my whole life. Dostojewski was bucking all over the place out of joy when we galloped out of the arena. ... Frank and my mother waited outside, with a very elegant women and a girl who was a bit younger than me. The girl grabbed Dostos reigns and said: “I love him, I want to try him out now.” I was confused, my parents were smiling at me, telling me – still smiling – that they finally found a person who would take the horse home... sold MY horse for 73.000€. I was mad, I kicked the girl away from my horse and brought him to the trailer. I ignored what my parents told me. I mean this is my horse... they can’t sell my horse. I groomed him and brought him into the trailer. When I turned around my mother stood infront of me and she slapped me in the face so hard that I fell down and landed under my horses belly, where I crouched. Dosto looked down at me and snorted, ignoring my mother, who screamed at me, that the horse would belong to her stable and that I shouldn’t be so ungrateful and arrogant to believe that I could keep the horse, if it’s sale could save the stables finances for a whole year. I cried, why wouldn’t she see that we belonged together. I was the one who made him so calm, that you could send him to the police as a police horse. I was the one that trained him, that brought him so far. We could go to the Olympics together!
My mother dragged my out of the trailer and had to watch them unloading my horse and leading him away to the truck of the buyer. He turned around and neighed in my direction. I was desperate and screamed and cried my heart out. My parents were embarassed and put me into the car and brought me home.

Granny was afraid I would starve to death, because I stopped eating out of protest. After a week they brought me into the hospital and force-fed me. I even got some medics to calm me down. I could eat and train horses again about two weeks later, but I remained sad and depressed.
My parents would give me new horses for training. Messed up show jumpers with nice pedigrees, that I should fix. I trained three of them and saw them going to their new owners, knowing that they would suffer the same wrong treatment there, that messed them up in the first place. I wondered what happened to my horse. Every evening I prayed to the goddess to bring Dosto back to me. I promised him telepathically that I would find him and buy him back. I saved all my money for that purpose. I searched the internet for it and put a “Wanted Ad” on several message boards and forums. I found out that they renamed him “King Henry” and that he competed in the Olympics qualifications. I found a photograph of him, which scared me half to death. His rider had stuffed his mouth with so many bits, I could hardly imagine how he would let them do this. He looked like I felt. Back then I thought there was no person that experienced a more dreadful faith than me. (silly I know). Several weeks I had no news about him, until someone noted me and told me, that my horse had been involved in an accident and had been shot to deliver him from his pain.

Two weeks later, I packed my bags, said goodbye to my grandma in the middle of the night and ran away from “my home”.

I met Charly in Hamburg. We were both working in a... well dodgy etablissement not far from the red light district. It was her who introduced me to a famous dressage trainer, who would help me with a real apprenticeship. I competed in several events and there we met the Boss. The rest is history