The Angel with Black Wings

Still thinking about what happened, he showed up at the stadium. Of course the crowd was already there, waiting for them to start. It was getting closer. They were all there, at the start line. The referee explained the circuit: no laps, just a big one. The circuit went on in a first horizontal plan. Curves and rarely, a rectilinear tract. After the first phase, there was a hairpin turn to the very top of the stadium, right before a plunge in the thin air, leading to the finish line. Made just for a breathtaking dive. Everyone was ready for that short lack of emotions. Cotton told Black that Sapphire tried to corrupt her too. He HAD to win. The referee was about to start the duel.  It was a little windy, just enough to make your mane fly.

The whistle ripped off the tension, causing the launch of the three pegas. The first step is decisive, you can see from the start who’s the best one. Black was a little forward than the other two. How he expected, Sapphire was chasing him, followed by Cotton. Adrenaline was already cycling in his veins. It was more like fear. The first phase was quiet enough, Black had to force himself to stop Sapphire for eventual surpasses in the curves. He expected a dirty move. Just after the hairpin, Sapphire raised his highness all of a sudden, making cotton unbalance. Black was already fast, so he catched Cotton in midair. Cotton told quickly to let her go, she didn’t have many hopes for the race...but Black could still surpass Sapphire in the dive. Cotton flapped to the side of the circuit, while Black kept his speed.

He was facing the endless dive. The line was far. Sapphire was too. A quick flashback made him remember what he did to get there. <> Whispered while grinding his teeth. Then he screamed <> He used every single particle of energy left to get to the line. He was losing a few tears, some for the teeth pain, some for the wind getting in his eyes. Roaring, he was reaching an unbelievable speed. Both his targets were getting closer. He could do it. Suddenly, a detonation in the air restored the silence in the bleaches. He was leaving a red contrail in the air. He was shining, like a wave passing through his body. From the mane to the tail, a glowing line transformed him. He heard a huge noise. A dark-lighted explosion was absorbing the colour from the sky. He hard another noise, like a void space being replenished by the sky. A third explosion, this time even noisier, showed to the crowd what was going on. All the light was flowing in a small white dot in the sky. Absorbing as much light as it could, it formed a ring in the sky, which had every colour of the sky, in order: dawn, morning, day, and dusk. As the circle stopped growing and eating light, the ring lit up and became red, and inside the circle, you could see the starry sky of the night.

The winner’s ululation  was the only voice expect the raving spectators. He was actually laughing, jumping around. He never was this happy. As he looked at himself, he realized to being different. He was somewhat better. He had a blinding white coat, like he never seen.

Over his red eyes his mane was way lighter too, an uncombed and nice-looking lucid silvered-gray colour, like his tail. His cutie mark was the same, but with different colours. Black wings and red halo. After calming himself down, panting, he turned back to normal. He felt so good, after laughing on the defeated one. Sweat made his mane a little wet, and the mares in the crowd were simply going crazy for him. The Black Star was still in the sky, showing the night to Canterlot. It slowly vanished, leaving an amazing memory. After taking breath, he met Phil and the other directors near the podium. The highness of the first step was incomparable.

All the day passed in a flash. Photos, interviews, the trophy as reward... As last thing to do, he wanted to say goodbye to his parents. There was a full moon, lighting up the place like in daytime. The wind blew from behind, moving his mane. <> Another gust blew. <> A third gust blew. <> These were his last words. He stood sitting there for another ten minutes, with the wild wind and the moon keeping him company. The best day in his life.