To Be The Best

Three of the stables two year olds were about to race the biggest races of their careers so far on dirt tracks. They had proved themselves on the track up to this point, and would be going against the best of their age group to take titles which were highly sort after. In the most highly publicised racing event of the year they would run to be recognised. If the won their races, they stood a chance at getting recognition in the year-end rewards and to do such as a two year old would be an amazing start to a career on the track.

Two colts and a filly, energetic and ready to prove themselves in their respective fields. For Aztec, that meant the sprint. For Dark and Stormi it was the Juvenile and Juvenile Fillies' respectively. It was bound to be a competetive series, and the two year olds had been in training for several weeks in order to put them in good form and spirit. The hopes were high for the trio, and the trio would work hard for the stable's pride.

Jacob was the first to arrive that morning, full of enthusiasm for the coming races and ready to perform. He had a bounce in his step and a grin spread across his pale face. As he walked across the stable yard hs eyes were set on Dark's stall. The colt had been a true blessing, he was a star. On the track he had proved his skill on several occasions, and with this race he would be able to continue that mission on which he has started. The mission to succeed, the mission to be the best. If he won this race he was sure to hve a chance at being the best two year old colt, at recieving a year-end reward. The dark bay colt, so thoughtful and quiet, would be seen as the star he was. Jacob just couldn't wait to prove the colts courage.

Next to arrive was Alexia. Neatly groomed and with a great smile across her beautiful features she was ready for anything. Her star, Aztec, was a colt she had helped to raise. The chestnut sabino was a good looking boy and had the spirit of a champion. He pushed in every race, stretched himself, and was a loveable creature. So it had taken him a while to break his maiden, but he had a high level of consistency and knew well enough how to run a race. Alexia and him had a special bond, and this race would be a test of that bond. They may not have been the most experienced, but they were strong.

Finally, Alana arrived. Brought here specifically to jockey Stormi she had worked hard with her mount and had worked to improve and push the limits. There had been difficult moments, moments where she had questioned herself as the filly struggled against the colts. But there were also times when the filly had proven herself against them. They were amazing, and between them Alana was sure that they could succeed. Witth Stormi's passion and her guidance, they could do anything they needed.

Matthias met the jockeys in the office and looked around them. "OK, so today were not going to push them, nor are we going to race them. Instead, we are going to let the three of them run themselves as we do not want to tire them out. So are you guys ready?" the jockeys nodded and soon after they met on the track with their mounts. Each was on the back of a strong thoroughbred, and once they were all there it was clear what they would do. They let the horses loose and they flew down the track, spurring each other on as they did so. They ran only four furlongs, enough to stretch their legs and flex their muscles as they made their way down the track Each spurred on by competition they moved at huge speed, fighting to gain a hold over the others. It was over quickly, they jockeys pulled their horses to and were able to relax. They felt ready, and the races were only days away.