Glory Was Written In The Stars For Us

Ten years ago, Antonio "The Viper" Romeiro made the ascension from Formula Two to Formula One; the pinnacle of motorsport. From the dawn of his career as an auto-racing professional, his mind and heart narrowed on a singular goal-claiming a Formula One World Championship to enthrone himself as a legend in the sport. Alas, ten years later, his destiny remained unfulfilled. The trophy-a towering jug of silver edged with gold-eluded him. His debut season had been a baptism of fire. In the decade since, articles, magazines, and commentators aplenty spoke of him as one of the best to never win a world championship. It stung him deeply, like hornets swarming hot through his heart. Was this his legacy?

Her eyes were the blue of every dancing sky, with infinite hues illuminated by the newborn light radiating from superstardom .Buttermilk honeyed hair that bounded just past her shoulders and sun-kissed skin with flushed dimpled cheeks. She walked with an air of arrogance, and is suave with deliberate self-assured steps, in which she used to mask her deep-rooted, crippling anxiety and the mounting pressure. Would she live Up to the hype? Or was she really just as the media dubbed her, "The lucky One." Picked from a hat of contestants, set to fail like all her other female driver predecessors.