THE ULTIMATES: The Dark Wolf. (Season 1)

CHAPTER FOUR

"Today is the day..." Mr. Frederick, the vice-Ruler, also the vampire Ruler said with a shakey voice, immersed in laughter.

Today is the highly anticipated horse race event, a beloved annual tradition in our world. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as everyone gathered to participate as spectators. The energy was palpable as everyone eagerly awaited the commencement of the event.
The competition is between each Denomination and their representative.

The Werewolves.

The Vampires.

The Mediocre.

The Sorcerers.

The Mutants.

These are the five denominations competing in the upcoming horse race event. I am proudly affiliated with The Sorcerers and have the honor of representing our pride. I'm also an expert in horse racing, making me a vital contributor to our Denomination's success. In the previous season, we unfortunately fell short of crossing the finish line first, leaving me deeply disheartened during the summer. The weight of the team's expectations rested heavily on my shoulders, and my disappointment was profound. Despite giving my all, victory eluded us. However, this season, I am determined to secure a well-deserved win for our team.
Lukan, unlike his team members, consistently leads the pack. As the representative of The Werewolves, his expertise in horse racing allows him to effortlessly secure the top position for his denomination. In the previous season, he finished first, and this season, many fans and spectators are confident that he will emerge victorious once again.
Vanessa, A Python and anaconda, mutant is always my rival in the supernatural world. She is jealous of my position as the most valued lady of Lukan, who she dies for. The fact that Lukan never looked at her side brought sadness to her.
She's my formidable competitor in the horse race event. Consistently performing at the top of her game. Alongside Lukan, she poses the most significant challenge for me in the upcoming horse race event. In the previous season, she secured a well-deserved second place, showcasing her exceptional skill and determination. Vanessa holds the esteemed position of leader within The Mutants' denomination, further solidifying her status as a force to be reckoned with in the supernatural horse racing world.

Before the race kicked off, I found myself perched atop a sleek, brown steed. To be honest, my horse wasn't known for its speed or racing prowess. It had never been ridden to victory in any race in the history of the school. However, I was determined to make the most of it. I focused on keeping my weight down and constantly signaling and encouraging the horse to be ready to sprint.

In stark contrast, my competitors Lukan and Vanessa seemed to have it all effortlessly. Lukan boasted the fastest breed of horse, closely followed by Vanessa. It seemed as though Lukan could ride with nonchalance and still emerge victorious every time. I couldn't help but wonder how big a lead Lukan would take if he decided to put in real effort.

Despite having the slowest breed of horse, I was committed to securing first place this season. It was going to be a challenge, but I was determined to make it happen.

As the moment approached for the race to begin, I cast my gaze toward Flow, from my coordinate. Through my powers, I sensed his watchful eyes on me during the preparations. Though I tried to maintain a serious facial expression, part of me hoped for a reassuring smile from him. But When none came, I quickly averted my eyes to conceal any hint of disappointment.

When the race began, with my skills and determination I emerged in the first position in line. But I have to maintain it till the finish line. Within some moments, I could sense the gallop behind me. It was Lukan behind me. Normally, Lukan is fond of injuring his contenders with his sharp claws. Just to subdue them.
"I'm sorry." He said as he raised his hands against me.
I was virtually waiting for his sharp claws to land on me but he didn't, he rather put a scratch on my horse making her fall. We both fall to the ground. The horse was frightened and he ran into a nearby woods. I was sad and embarrassed. Another season is a waste. I let my denomination down again. I sat on a little rock with great sadness in my heart, my vision was blurred with tears in my eyes. All hope is lost.
Suddenly, I heard a gallop coming in my direction. I looked up to see who the contender was. But, it was my runaway horse. It came back to me. I stood up with broken joy. Cos no matter how hard I want to be, I can never meet up. When the horse got to me, he didn't stop, it rather walked past me. I turned to see the horse's destination. It came to rest before a masked guy. U wondered who it might be. He then climbed the horse with great humor of pride, redirecting it towards me. When he got to me, he stretched forth his helping hand. I couldn't help but grab his hands. Has he pulled me up, after climbing the horse? I don't know what made me climb the horse. Because the horse is the slowest breed in the supernatural world. How will it meet up with others with two riders on it? But I climbed courageously.

"How the hell did you make it so fast?" I asked in awe.
"I gave it an enchantment." He replied.

The horse was running extremely fast, just like the speed of light. I couldn't get my vision on the spot. Within a moment I opened my eyes to see how far we've gone. I realized all other tenders were behind incheswereom us. I was happy, this made me tighten my grip around my masked hero. We finally arrived running neck to neck with Lukan. He was surprised to see us. Lukan put on a furious face, raising his sharp and long claws against us. I closed my eyes, waiting for the strike. But my masked hero held his hands and twisted them against him. Making him fall. It was a historical and embarrassing moment. Especially to Lukan, the fallen crown prince. Everyone including the audience was left in awe. I knew Lukan would make sure he found out who my masked hero was and kill him.

We were the first to cross the finish line. I was happy. I came down from the horse. Then I took a deep penetration into his eyes and I discovered it was Flow. He saved me.
"I am Flow Krad." He said before disappearing into the tin air.

Lukan was sad and embarrassed. I took pity on him. But he deserves that.

That year, I was crowned the winner, with my denomination.