Another successful championship, another ribbon. I started gaining reputation among the championship managers which might good. The elite riders have noticed my recent victories, I can tell they want to know more about me.
Unfortunately the elite riders are... Chickens. Why? Because they put their minions to find out answers for them! They want to know who I am, what I want and why I race in the championships and have many victories. They send a member of their club or a friend to ask me personal questions. My answer: A gentle smile and walk away, it's better than words.
I usually hear the elite riders talk about me behind my back. They don't know who I am what's the deal?! Jealousy? Weakness? Fame?! Well it's not my fault if they take the championships lightly, they lose that way. They might be suspicious of my strange alter ego powers, they keep a good distance from me while racing.
The ones that attack the most and give me injuries are the lower rank racers. They don't calculate the strength of their shots and I end up bleeding most of the time. Others use their Star Calling on me but it doesn't slow me down. I move like the wind so the Star Calling doesn't affect me much.
"Ew she is bleeding." "Ew look at her clothes." "Ew she's dirty." "Ew she can't match her outfit with her gear." "Ew" is the only thing I hear when I collect my ribbons and I don't care. I chose to give my blood, sweat and tears to get back my 43 lost ribbons. Then again, whenever they ask me a personal question, stare at me with disgust, I smile and walk away.
Silence is my answer.
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Jorvik's Champion
FantasyI 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...
