The Angel with Black Wings

Sun shined into his room, flooding it. 3 weeks were gone already. Black got up, alone in the academy; he was the only one having its keys, as long as he lived there for the whole time. He had a fast and complete breakfast, snatching his neck around. Brushed his teeth, and went to the training field, which was set up for the preliminaries. No one around, but the referee, Phil and some other ponies. They looked like the directors of some other school. In a few hours, the forums got filled in. At 10 o’ clock, the match would be started. All the five contestants were on the start line. The circuit was really simple: just a few bands. Obviously, they were aiming to choose the fastest one. Black was already the fastest in his school, and that’s why he was there. He looked at the other ones: there was a “boss”, a blonde pony with a brown coat with 2 friends, looking pretty rude.

He expected them to play dirty someway. The other one was a good looking mare. They all looked pretty fast, except those 2 near their leader, they were no match with the others. How was it possible that they knew each other? With a question in his mind, he went to the line.  The forums were screaming while they set up to start. The pistol sounded for the start, and they all launched themselves forward. Black was the first one already. As he turned a second behind, he saw the mare for second. Nothing else, he kept flying forward, gaining speed and distance. However, the “leader” began flying unexpectedly fast, as he surpassed the mare and tried to do the same with Black in every bend they found. Glancing the others, Black saw the mare for last, and the other 2 trying to block her.

He was furious now, and the worst thing was that the “leader” surpassed him right before the last back straight. <> Whispered him. As he got an idea, he decided there were no options. He gained some height, reaching his opponent, flying over him. A decisive wingbeat sent him a little advantage. He struggled himself down, right in front of him. As he did that, the “leader” fell, biting the dust, and his friends had the same fate. Black darted to the checkered flag, winning. Following the mare (she was really good, even with those guys disturbing her), at last the three cheaters. Black got a golden medal, and passed to the Canterlot race.