The King.

The King - Part One

I feel like I'm dreaming, like I had so many nights before. All my training had guided me to this point.

I'm flying across the soft ground, my hooves hungrily eating it up, going what felt like a hundred miles a minute. I could feel the wind passing through my mane, pressing it back, leaving it waving wildly in the wind. My nostrils are flared, my eyes are set and determined, rocketing around the last bend, the finish mark set in my sight. I pushed towards it, ignoring the crowds roar of approval as I fly past, not needing any more motivation. My muscles worked to their limit beneath me, but I pushed even more, ignoring the pain. There was nothing in the world that could stop me. The other horses were so far back behind, the vibrations through the ground of their hoofbeats were only but a memory.

It was just me. My jockey was cheering me on from the saddle, perched in the air, weighing as light as a feather. Oh, my master would be proud. As a matter of fact, he probably is. I can only imagine him, sitting in that massive crowd, teetering on the edge of the rail, hollering and waving his fancy hat.

My hooves beat against the dirt track, steady as a beating drum. Announcing only one thing- The King has arrived, ready to be crowned.

I did not break stride as I flew over the finish line, the roar of the crowd raising in volume. It took a lot for my jockey, filled with pride, to rein me in to a halt. I was literally drenched in sweat, but I knew that I looked handsome. It was a hard thing not to notice. My jet black coat shone in the blazing sun, my finely shaped head lifted high in the air, swinging side to side. I pranced in place, throwing my head up and letting out an ear-splitting neigh. Despite my jockeys complaints, I spun to see how my competition was doing.

This last thing that I saw before pulled into the stables filled me with pride.

They were just rounding the bend, the final one, that I had passed what seemed like ages ago.

I was first

I won. And they said a rookie couldn't pull it off.

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My eyes flicked up lazily, muching on my hay, to the man and his little girl. The man was none other than my master, beaming down at me, his eyes alight with pride. His dark brown, messy hair was hanging in his eyes, his goofy grin seeming to split his face in two. The little one, peering over a door and into my stall, standing on her tip toes to reach, I assumed was his filly. She could not have possibly looked any different. Instead of thin and pointed, like his, her rosy cheeks were rounded and full. The only thing they had in common was their bright, always sparkling, blue eyes, that spread warmth through even the darkest of beings. Instead of his dark brown hair, she had bright blonde, lightly waved hair that tumbled down her small shoulders. His mare must have been a beautiful one. Her smile was much more gentle, and right now she was smiling down at me in wonder. She was my favorite. She always hand picked the best apples and gave them to me, and spoiled me rotten, yes. But I loved it. My tail swished, and she giggled softly, tilting her head. My master smiled even more. I could tell he was always worried with her around me, even though she was my best friend, practically. I couldn't blame her, I was an on-the-track, young racehorse. I can be unpredictable. But I was always gentle around her.

"Daddy?" She questioned in her soft, high, and gentle voice. She never tore her eyes from me, sighing softly.

"Yes, dear?" He asked, looking away from me, directing his attention to the girl as she spoke. He laid a large hand on her small shoulder, which of course went unnoticed.

"Will he win lots of races?" She peered up at him now, batting her long, thick eyelashes, obviously discussing me. I lifted my head, putting my nose to the bars, snuffling softly, which she reached out and laid a tiny, soft hand on without looking back at me. The question made the father chuckle softly, and he rubbed her shoulder affectionatly.

"Yes, princess. He will." He looked into my eyes now, and one thing that I could most definatly trace encouraged me more than anything else could.

It was a challenge.

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OOOK, so I knooow that was short. And don't worry, its really just a draft. I'll edit it later, it's way too late. But, anyhoo, this is my first book. I was like "You know what... Lets write a book!" And (INSTEAD OF THE REST OF THE WORLD), I decided not to write a romance. But trust me... A romance is well on its way. XD but I hope you liked it...