Sorrel Hill: The E.V.E.R. Tournament |COMPLETED| (BK1)

Chapter Thirteen

The further belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams - Eleanor Roosevelt

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       ~Dreams Of Confusion~

  The starting bell rang, and the gates slammed open. I stood above the saddle, as Angel sprinted into the mod of horses.
  She was breathing hard, reaching the speed of 40 mph. I felt the wind against my rosy cheeks, tugging at my clothes. Angel widened her stride, she made her way to the inside.
  She was now at 45 mph, blurring everything in sight. We rounded the curve, on the second straight. She stretched out her dark neck, advancing to 50 mph.
  I felt like I was the fastest thing in the world. She rounded the next corner ridiculously far ahead from the other Thoroughbreds. She kicked into gear as she went into the half straight. Running at 52 mph. We cross the time with a 1:50 seconds.
  She gradually slowed down, sweat pouring from her. I patted her shoulder.
  I was then taken to an arena, although now I was on Atlantic Black, we were galloping out of the box. I was the header, I swung my rope and it clasped around the steer's neck. Bethany trailed behind the steer with her mare.
  She swung the rope, catching both steer's feet. Our time was five seconds. We dropped our ropes, and went in for a hug. Atlantic Black, shook making my rock in the saddle.
  I was then flashed onto a dark Palomino. The stallion was super shiny, and very well built. I was in an alleyway. The horse took off, its powerful legs launching us forward at galloping speed.
  The horse barely slowed as the first barrel came into view. He circled around it, zooming to the next. Easily zipping around the second, he bolted to the third. My stomach jolted as he spun around it, running out with such power.
  He slammed on the brakes as we cross the timer. I nearly fell off, but patted him on the shoulder.
  Just as I thought that was the last vision, I was taken to a vet's office. We were outside, I had brought one of my horses. I never got to see which one, but I had taken them for an ultrasound. I beamed brightly as the vet pointed out the foal's head and body.
  I felt my body shaking with excitement as he told me her due date. My smile widened, wider than a frizz bee.
  Certain it was over, my eyes took me to yet another vision. I was rubbing on a bay mare. She was absolutely stunning. The vet came in with what I presumed was devastating news, "Sorry Kiley, but this mare is-" then the flash ended.
  It all ended. Leaving me terrified. Why was I racing Angel? Why the heck was I on, Atlantic Black, with Bethany? Who was that barrel horse? Why in the world was I looking at an ultrasound? And what the heck is wrong with the bay mare?

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  A/N: the slanted style for the words wouldn't work so... this is all a dream by the way!