Today was the perfect day for a little championship, pony championship. Last week I bought a strong Gotland pony, her power is "Bless of the goddess", the first thought that came in my mind was that this cute pony must represent a goddess, who? I am trying to find out but it must be from a European mythology. With lots of training in speed and magic she impressed me. For the first time I got rewards for breaking some scary high scores in both show jumping races and cross country. Today was her first run in championship, she was nervous with seeing the other ponies but I was sure we will do just fine... Or so I thought...
With the beginning a noob shot down a rider with her soul rider power, that ring one thing: noob danger! I used a shield spell in case she decided to shoot me too and speed up. "Come back you fool!" An unfamiliar voice shouted, I looked back and it was a soul rider which was known for being very powerful but not as powerful as me! "Bless of the goddess", the spell made the soul rider slower and weaker hehehe awesome!! "I hate you Angelika! I will destroy you!" I rolled my eyes at her stupid comment, I want to laugh but she cut me short, a light appeared above my head, I gasped and closed my eyes, the next thing I know is that everything went dark...
3 Hours later...
My senses came back slowly, one by one, the light of the sun opened my eyes. "Ugh, what happened...?" I said to myself and looked around, I was far away from the finished line. My pony nuzzled my cheeks, happy to see me alive but sad to see me hurt. I got on the saddle and said "let's go home." Everyone on the way looked at me and smiled, they knew what happened, I saw that stupid little soul rider looking at me like I was her peasant... "I beat her people! I beat that alter ego!" She screamed in an arrogant voice, it took all my muscle strength to not use my Star Calling... Kill her kill her! Was all I could hear... I wasn't happy about it, mostly I was hurt to get such treatment. What do people get out of it? A fake happiness that won't last for longer than a day. The pain they've given me made lose the shine of my eyes... I feel empty, anyone can see it in my eyes... Just empty...
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Jorvik's Champion
خيال (فانتازيا)I was eleven years old when I joined my first equestrian camp far away from home. Everything was beautiful, everyone was kind to new riders like me until the day I had to choose. There was magic everywhere you look when you reach level 10. The choic...
