The Angel with Black Wings

With a white towel on his shoulders, Black granted an interview to a local newspaper. Grinning and panting, he ended the interview. He finished drying up the sweat, and threw the towel to the nearest bench, heading for his room. <> Called the third prize, the “leader”. <> Black didn’t know what to say.<>. Their roads split up. Black realized how hard was it for the other ponies. He just wanted to win, no matter what,after all. Like him. He fell asleep, with many thoughts in his mind. He was really sad for that pony. What about him now? He will just come back home, yell at the others that he lost. The alert clock played, and Black jumped off the bed, like he didn’t sleep at all. His mood became even sadder. With only a week from the last race, he decided to rest and keep training. Visitings a few times Ponyville, he noticed that there weren’t going to be much people watching him racing.

Of course, they could read the newspaper the next day, but some shouting while he played his life’s match would be really nice. The sixth day was the particular one. He jumped on his bed, after waking up, looking at the ceiling. A flashback of when he was a colt fogged his mind. Bringing him back to reality, Phil popped out talking, with a letter on his hand. <> Black jumped off, <> Slapping his neck, Phil rebuked him << Who’s the head in here? If I say so, you’ll do it.>> Black played along, and making a sad face with fake tears included, following him outside. They walked to the town, entered a clothes shop, asking for an order. Black tried out his tuxedo, made just for the occasion. <> Commented the owner, while packing it.

After that, they only went in the post office for a Phil’s business and had lunch in a restaurant while talking. Black began thinking Phil had more to say, but they didn’t  talk a lot, even in the academy. The night was really quiet, not a single noise. Walking around the school in the night, Black felt nostalgic. As the sun popped out, they walked to the station. Black saw the filly he saved years ago yelling “good luck” while he jumped on the train. With a smile, he fled from the discussion with her. He slept for most of the travel, looking outside the glass. With hesitation, he came  back to Canterlot