The Kelpie turned around slowly, anger seething from it’s entire body. Mist formed over the salty water, the waves became larger as people started walking out, the Kelpie returned to the girl, “May I be free again?” It asks her “Wait, did you just.. talk?” she asked it in shocked voice. “Yes, I can communicate with you since you have my bridle, speaking of. I want it back!” he yelled in her mind “No!” she gripped the bridle tightly then remembered what she studied, remembering that the horses hunger or souls can only be erased by the one who holds the bridle. She talked to it in her mind, the Kelpie hearing every word. “Kelpie. You are done with your ways. You have nowhere to go, nothing to do, unless you come with me. No one will face your wrath anymore, your hunger is now forever gone. You will eat hay, grain, grass, and other vegetables and even fruits. The stickiness of your coat will vanish and you will be as if you are a regular horse.” The horses nature was to oblige, most of the magic left its body, forming a green mist that seeped into the sand. But it could still communicate with the bearer or the Kelpie bridle. They went home, everyone did. And when they did, the hermit watched with a smile. The Kelpie stayed with the girl at her home and took the girl for rides often. Him and the girl became close, the Kelpie remembered everything. But his hunger and lust for souls was gone, forever. But little did she know, this particular Kelpie, would never age.