The train whistled while realising the last steam cloud. Black inhaled the fresh air mountain you can only feel when you take the first breath in Canterlot. <> Said him whispering to Phil. <> Said Phil, raising his voice in the second sentence. Black nodded to him. While they were going to the palace, he noticed a few mares looking at him when they stopped to let Phil buy a newspaper (he always reads it). Maybe he was just good-looking, that’s all, it wasn’t that new for him. After reading a few lines outside the castle, Phil noticed Black tapping his hoof on the ground, so they entered to sign up.
They also gave them two rooms to sleep, as long as the race was the next day. They didn’t do much before the V.I.P. party: just a little walk around the city. It was dark already, when they got to the garden for the party. Black wearing that tuxedo...He didn’t feel well in that thing, but the others sure did the opposite. The torture was begun. Forced to stay in an excuse for rich people to show their arrogance, laugh at the humbles and think they’re superior someway. Ignoring the bunch of people, he went straight to the other two participants. He looked at them more as “enemies” though. <> Said that azure pony, with a superb smile. <>Said a brown mare. <>Said him, taking time to square them off. “Allright, what do we have here?” was his first thought “Cotton is no big deal, she’s fast, ok, but not as me...That other one, he’s dangerous. Heavier than me, of course, but if he plays it well, he’s gonna give me some problems. All I can do for now, is try to study them...”
The party didn’t go on. It trailed for a few hours before everypony ran out of things to say. They talked about the participants too. Of course, Sapphire was the favourite one. They all walked outside the garden, everypony on his way home. Black was alone, when a thought passed in his mind. “Shall I?”. He was facing the direction of his parents’ graves. He walked to the stone face, which was lightened up by the almost full moon. There they were. With a little surprise, the graves were renovated. The white marble was carved amazingly. Black sit down, then sprawled on the soft grass. A tear drop was inevitable. He was about to fall into his thoughts, when a voice broke that silence.
<> It was Sapphire, he probably followed Black. He heard something, but he wouldn’t imagine that. Getting up and drying all up, he tried to answer <> He made another superb smile, those that Black hated.<> Black didn’t understand <<300...What?>>Asked. <<300 bits, of course.>> Replied Sapphire. <<300 bits for WHAT?>> Black was getting angry <> Black roared to his enemy <> Sapphire was really sure about himself. He walked away telling him to keep crying. Black was yelling at him every single sentence he had in his mind. He slammed the door to his room, he never was this angry. He almost ripped his dress while taking it off. He jumped in his bed as hard as he could, trying to sleep however how mad he was. He fell asleep. A nightmare was about to be dreamed.
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