crazed
wish upon a star. demonic desires. pandora. athena's desires. devil's flair.
Amber Black would be hard pressed to twist the manic expression from her face. How could she feel any differently when aboard the fastest horse in the barn? Oh, Krystal could claim that Innocent Passion was the fastest, and Henna could ardently defend the merits of Forbidden To Fly, but Demonic Desires was all raw talent being revealed before an ever awestruck world. He was the top turf sprinter of the three year old division without question, the top contender for the Turf Triple Sprinter Crown. So dominating was Demon, that seemingly no horse had wanted to challenge him in the Star Festival. He had shown up alone and remained uncontested. No entries were posted against them. Hopefully, the competition would return for the Turf Triple Sprinter Crown. It would undoubtedly be there should Demon choose to try out the Green Mile series. Amber would do it just to screw with the competition's minds. Could Demon carry his speed over more distance? Older brother Mastermind would argue in favor of that conclusion. Amber simply felt on top of the world when on this bold black colt. His muscles bulged and his stride was power incarnate as he took to the turf. They had perhaps never been so on top of their game, perhaps never truly lost their form once in Demon's so far glorious career. Amber prayed she could take the colt to even higher heights, dreamed of it. But higher heights required tougher workouts.
Valencia could not stop the frown on her face as she eyed Demon and Amber. Her own mount, the chestnut who loved to get under everybody's skins known as Devil's Flair, also eyed his competition. Masculine arrogance and the desire to dominate shown through this one's eyes. Brute arrogance and strength - that was Devil's Flair. He lived to muscle his competition around, the hot blooded talent of Augusto in his veins lending him the strength and speed to do so. He truly was quite the Devil. Valencia loved the chestnut, enjoyed cutting the curves so close every race that they left the announcer gasping, breaking out of the gate and looking like hellfire itself closing in on the competition during the final furlong. Oh yes. Devil loved to press his competition into the ground, run them dry, walk all over them. The juvenile was growing into his strength and power and only looked to get better over time. Valencia knew that Demonic Desires would outspeed them, but they could outdistance the older horse given the time. Demon was fast, but Devil could be fast too, and he was a true distance type of horse. Valencia looked forward to seeing just how hard a time they could give the highly regarded turf three year old.
Henna could feel the wind calling her name. She would be happy to answer the call aboard Athena's Desires. The half sister of Demonic Desires would be facing her older brother in a workout today, and Henna was looking forward to it. Here were two speed demons. Henna would argue that Athena was the fastest of them. She could not carry her speed over anything above seven furlongs - such was the nature of her blistering paces, her heart stopping speeds reached early on in the race and carried throughout. Athena ran much like her sire Pegasus Wings - fast to faster. So far she had been highly regarded by the racing world, perhaps not yet attaining the early success of Demonic Desires but equally as fast as he had been at this point in his career. Henna cherished the speed that Athena held within her lithe black form, treasured it in all of its glory. Here was something Henna had become bonded to since her first days of riding racehorses - speed, speed, speed. Speed over distance, speed over something as short as five furlongs - it did not matter to Henna, as long as it was there. And Athena had it in spades. Henna looked forward to wiping the competition during this workout. She was confident in Athena's abilities to keep up with the best already, and she would only get better.
Krystal felt uneasy as she readied Wish Upon A Star for the track. The daughter of Everyday Hero was finally beginning to get the hang of stakes racing. It had been tough at first, but Wish had risen to grade one with beautiful performances in lower class stakes and was more than ready to make the jump. Oh yes. Krystal could taste the coming victories on the air, or so she hoped. Wish was a mare who was favoring the dirt this year so far, but would be experimenting with the turf somewhat as well and switching over completely to the other surface for her final season. She was beautiful, her conformation as flawless as the beautiful bay shine of her coat as she took to the turf with barely a flicker of an ear. Wish was accommodating, eager to please and full of heart. She would never be broken down, so great was her heart. Krystal loved her deeply, wanted to see her trounce the competition by year's end. She had unnerving talent at times, able to keep up with and beat the best. They just needed to work that bit harder, stay on their game for that bit longer.
Last to arrive to the party was Pandora. Young Kylie Silverstar was posted on the black filly's back and felt like the luckiest apprentice jockey in the world. Pandora was more than blue blooded, and she radiated talent with every stride. She was the only racehorse Kylie had ever ridden, and the cream of the crop. Pandora was all calm grace as she floated onto the track, all class as she noted her competition immediately. Eyes blazing, Pandora silently declared her determination to win and succeed, and Kylie felt herself fall in love with the filly all over again even as she felt like hiding. She was facing such quality horses in this workout and was unsure if she was up to the task. But Pan seemed quietly confident as she joined her stablemates in warm ups. If her horse could be as confident as this, then surely Kylie herself could take the heat and perhaps even surprise everybody with a win. Pandora had it in her blood and in her heart to do great things. Looking ahead, Kylie hoped to finally bring home the Turf Triple Crown for SOPS. The coveted jewel had forever eluded them. Kylie's heart burned with the thought of attaining such glory, and it was now with confidence that she joined the other four horses for this ridiculously exciting workout.
Amber's smile swept across all of her riders. Henna returned a manic expression, Krystal a quiet smile, Valencia a challenging smirk and Kylie a perfectly blank face. It was beautiful. She grinned, beckoned her riders forward with a sweep of her hand - the signal for a classic workout - and plunged straight into it. There was instant mayhem. Athena's Desires soared to the front, appearing like a black cyclone as she commandingly grabbed the length and drew off to lead by a length early on. Her speed was already quite blistering. If any horse could hold this pace from start to finish, it was Athena. Henna cackled, letting the filly settle in before beginning to tighten her grip on the reigns and hold her in. It wouldn't do to reveal all their speed so early. Devil's Flair happily took the inside rail then, answering the call of this alluring speed and seeking to torture Athena into insanity. Faster and faster they would go. Demon shadowed Devil, closing in on his outside in a perfect stalking position. Meanwhile, Wish Upon A Star dropped about two lengths on this stalking pair, content to watch the speed game play out and bide her time. Even farther back was Pan, who had picked up early on how fast the early speed was and decided that closing was her best option. Each rider sat chilly on their horses' backs, letting each pick their pace and position before working to improve it.
Athena led them through a blazing half - forty five and four fifths second, and not letting up. Devil happily pushed her now, edging up on her inside down the backstretch. Athena responded instantly with a furious blaze, adding a half length to her lead. Devil dropped back again, the job done. Athena clocked the six furlongs in one oh eight flat. Henna checked her speed slightly now, letting Athena know of the oncoming wave. Demonic Desires observed the proceedings from his position on the outside. Amber was keenly aware that Demon knew exactly where every horse in the race was located. She grinned maniacally. They would never see him coming. Wish passed through the three quarter pole content to wait longer. Krystal shook the reigns, waking her slightly as they hit the seven furlong marker. They would start the charge in a furlong. Pandora was still nowhere near the pace, but Kylie felt the filly's attention heighten as they approached what she knew would be a sprint for the finish. They were maybe ten lengths off, but Pandora would fly if she had to in order to close this distance. Such was her heart.
They hit the mile marker, and all hell broke loose. Now Demonic Desires unfurled his stride and swept forwards with the ease only brilliant horses possessed. He shut down Devil's Flair quickly and easily, leaving him behind and catching up to Athena in a heartbeat. Athena furiously dug down, a sudden spurt of speed surprising Demon and capturing his interest. Here was a horse he would enjoy defeating. Amber shook her head, bit down on her smile as Demon slowed to egg the juvenile on. Oh how cruel her horse was. Meanwhile, Devil recovered just in time to be overtaken by Wish Upon A Star. The older mare matched her fellow distance horse stride for stride before shaking him off and going for gold. Demon was pulling away now, and Athena was dropping back. Devil snorted and hooked to the inside, recklessly close to the rail as he gained on Athena and then engaged in a cruel duel. Demon was clear, and Wish was in hot pursuit - but then came Pandora. The filly really could close like a freight train. She flashed past Athena and Devil, all her speed from closing the whole time on full display. She caught Wish'a tailwind, then appeared right at the older mare's barrel. But Wish had loads of stamina too. They stayed together, gaining on Demon who was sprinting steadily in the lead. Had there been another quarter mile, they would have gotten him. As it was, Demon crossed the wire two lengths in front and arrogantly pleased. Devil and Athena finished head to head about one length behind the other pair.
A glorious battle, with hopefully glorious results. The racetrack awaited them, and with it the adoration and notice of the racing world.
Valencia could not stop the frown on her face as she eyed Demon and Amber. Her own mount, the chestnut who loved to get under everybody's skins known as Devil's Flair, also eyed his competition. Masculine arrogance and the desire to dominate shown through this one's eyes. Brute arrogance and strength - that was Devil's Flair. He lived to muscle his competition around, the hot blooded talent of Augusto in his veins lending him the strength and speed to do so. He truly was quite the Devil. Valencia loved the chestnut, enjoyed cutting the curves so close every race that they left the announcer gasping, breaking out of the gate and looking like hellfire itself closing in on the competition during the final furlong. Oh yes. Devil loved to press his competition into the ground, run them dry, walk all over them. The juvenile was growing into his strength and power and only looked to get better over time. Valencia knew that Demonic Desires would outspeed them, but they could outdistance the older horse given the time. Demon was fast, but Devil could be fast too, and he was a true distance type of horse. Valencia looked forward to seeing just how hard a time they could give the highly regarded turf three year old.
Henna could feel the wind calling her name. She would be happy to answer the call aboard Athena's Desires. The half sister of Demonic Desires would be facing her older brother in a workout today, and Henna was looking forward to it. Here were two speed demons. Henna would argue that Athena was the fastest of them. She could not carry her speed over anything above seven furlongs - such was the nature of her blistering paces, her heart stopping speeds reached early on in the race and carried throughout. Athena ran much like her sire Pegasus Wings - fast to faster. So far she had been highly regarded by the racing world, perhaps not yet attaining the early success of Demonic Desires but equally as fast as he had been at this point in his career. Henna cherished the speed that Athena held within her lithe black form, treasured it in all of its glory. Here was something Henna had become bonded to since her first days of riding racehorses - speed, speed, speed. Speed over distance, speed over something as short as five furlongs - it did not matter to Henna, as long as it was there. And Athena had it in spades. Henna looked forward to wiping the competition during this workout. She was confident in Athena's abilities to keep up with the best already, and she would only get better.
Krystal felt uneasy as she readied Wish Upon A Star for the track. The daughter of Everyday Hero was finally beginning to get the hang of stakes racing. It had been tough at first, but Wish had risen to grade one with beautiful performances in lower class stakes and was more than ready to make the jump. Oh yes. Krystal could taste the coming victories on the air, or so she hoped. Wish was a mare who was favoring the dirt this year so far, but would be experimenting with the turf somewhat as well and switching over completely to the other surface for her final season. She was beautiful, her conformation as flawless as the beautiful bay shine of her coat as she took to the turf with barely a flicker of an ear. Wish was accommodating, eager to please and full of heart. She would never be broken down, so great was her heart. Krystal loved her deeply, wanted to see her trounce the competition by year's end. She had unnerving talent at times, able to keep up with and beat the best. They just needed to work that bit harder, stay on their game for that bit longer.
Last to arrive to the party was Pandora. Young Kylie Silverstar was posted on the black filly's back and felt like the luckiest apprentice jockey in the world. Pandora was more than blue blooded, and she radiated talent with every stride. She was the only racehorse Kylie had ever ridden, and the cream of the crop. Pandora was all calm grace as she floated onto the track, all class as she noted her competition immediately. Eyes blazing, Pandora silently declared her determination to win and succeed, and Kylie felt herself fall in love with the filly all over again even as she felt like hiding. She was facing such quality horses in this workout and was unsure if she was up to the task. But Pan seemed quietly confident as she joined her stablemates in warm ups. If her horse could be as confident as this, then surely Kylie herself could take the heat and perhaps even surprise everybody with a win. Pandora had it in her blood and in her heart to do great things. Looking ahead, Kylie hoped to finally bring home the Turf Triple Crown for SOPS. The coveted jewel had forever eluded them. Kylie's heart burned with the thought of attaining such glory, and it was now with confidence that she joined the other four horses for this ridiculously exciting workout.
Amber's smile swept across all of her riders. Henna returned a manic expression, Krystal a quiet smile, Valencia a challenging smirk and Kylie a perfectly blank face. It was beautiful. She grinned, beckoned her riders forward with a sweep of her hand - the signal for a classic workout - and plunged straight into it. There was instant mayhem. Athena's Desires soared to the front, appearing like a black cyclone as she commandingly grabbed the length and drew off to lead by a length early on. Her speed was already quite blistering. If any horse could hold this pace from start to finish, it was Athena. Henna cackled, letting the filly settle in before beginning to tighten her grip on the reigns and hold her in. It wouldn't do to reveal all their speed so early. Devil's Flair happily took the inside rail then, answering the call of this alluring speed and seeking to torture Athena into insanity. Faster and faster they would go. Demon shadowed Devil, closing in on his outside in a perfect stalking position. Meanwhile, Wish Upon A Star dropped about two lengths on this stalking pair, content to watch the speed game play out and bide her time. Even farther back was Pan, who had picked up early on how fast the early speed was and decided that closing was her best option. Each rider sat chilly on their horses' backs, letting each pick their pace and position before working to improve it.
Athena led them through a blazing half - forty five and four fifths second, and not letting up. Devil happily pushed her now, edging up on her inside down the backstretch. Athena responded instantly with a furious blaze, adding a half length to her lead. Devil dropped back again, the job done. Athena clocked the six furlongs in one oh eight flat. Henna checked her speed slightly now, letting Athena know of the oncoming wave. Demonic Desires observed the proceedings from his position on the outside. Amber was keenly aware that Demon knew exactly where every horse in the race was located. She grinned maniacally. They would never see him coming. Wish passed through the three quarter pole content to wait longer. Krystal shook the reigns, waking her slightly as they hit the seven furlong marker. They would start the charge in a furlong. Pandora was still nowhere near the pace, but Kylie felt the filly's attention heighten as they approached what she knew would be a sprint for the finish. They were maybe ten lengths off, but Pandora would fly if she had to in order to close this distance. Such was her heart.
They hit the mile marker, and all hell broke loose. Now Demonic Desires unfurled his stride and swept forwards with the ease only brilliant horses possessed. He shut down Devil's Flair quickly and easily, leaving him behind and catching up to Athena in a heartbeat. Athena furiously dug down, a sudden spurt of speed surprising Demon and capturing his interest. Here was a horse he would enjoy defeating. Amber shook her head, bit down on her smile as Demon slowed to egg the juvenile on. Oh how cruel her horse was. Meanwhile, Devil recovered just in time to be overtaken by Wish Upon A Star. The older mare matched her fellow distance horse stride for stride before shaking him off and going for gold. Demon was pulling away now, and Athena was dropping back. Devil snorted and hooked to the inside, recklessly close to the rail as he gained on Athena and then engaged in a cruel duel. Demon was clear, and Wish was in hot pursuit - but then came Pandora. The filly really could close like a freight train. She flashed past Athena and Devil, all her speed from closing the whole time on full display. She caught Wish'a tailwind, then appeared right at the older mare's barrel. But Wish had loads of stamina too. They stayed together, gaining on Demon who was sprinting steadily in the lead. Had there been another quarter mile, they would have gotten him. As it was, Demon crossed the wire two lengths in front and arrogantly pleased. Devil and Athena finished head to head about one length behind the other pair.
A glorious battle, with hopefully glorious results. The racetrack awaited them, and with it the adoration and notice of the racing world.
classic.
forbidden to fly. eternal phantom. limited edition. trinity.
Surprise was the name of the game now. Amber Black gently massaged the bay neck of the daughter of The Immortal and All Smiles and reflected on that. Trinity had sunk in the rankings. She didn't like to be consistent, didn't like to place in the top three. Competition was stiff, but Trinity was valued as a long shot choice by many. It really seemed to matter on what type of horse was showing up on race day - the one that put on a brilliant performance and won, or the one that faded. Trinity was talented, of that Amber had no doubt, but the shy filly needed some lessons in consistency. It would probably come with age, Amber reflected. And with age, Trinity could get better. Right now, the name of the game was building up a strong foundation so that when Trin hit her developmental stride she would be ready. Amber would wait patiently for that day, confident in its coming and never doubting the ability of Trin to surprise in the here and now. She was determined to make this filly succeed and stun the world.
Of course, there were their share of horses who had never stopped stunning the world. Krystal Yhate confidently felt that she sat on one of them in the form of Eternal Phantom. The black mare was a pure classic horse, outrageously talented and good. She had the body of a racehorse and the heart of a champion, the talent of ten packed into the spirit and will of a deadly determined mare. Indeed, Phantie was nothing if not the best over the dirt right now, at least over the classic distances. It was her that others appeared determined to dethrone. Krystal was hopeful of disappointing them. She intended for Phantie to finish her career in a blaze of glory rather than the sad decline of Lynara's Kingdom. They were headed to the Breeders Cup Classic, keen to win it for the third time in a row for SOPS. Krystal settled into the familiar power of her mare's stride and did not restrain the grin that sprang to her lips. Phantie took herself to the SOPS dirt training track and strode over it like she owned it. Her competition were assessed and catalogued, but victory was never far from this horse's mind.
Limited Edition was pure masculinity in a chestnut package. He radiated power. His chestnut coat gleamed with health and muscle, his stride powerful and spirit eager for more races. Ed had taken the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes, outdistancing his pedigree, and Valencia had never felt more proud of a horse. Ed was one hundred percent her own, purchased with her own money, trained under the advice of Amber Black but entered into races and taken care of financially by Valencia. She relished owning this horse and having full control over what happened to him. Ed was the horse that had brought her into prominence just as much as Italian Ice, except the lineage papers declared her the owner and not SOPS. Now they were preparing to cut back in distance to a mile, hit the Handsome Mile and perhaps some other Red Mile series races. Valencia was not bothered by the distance change. Ed had always been more of a classic colt, but he had been bred with the miler distance in mind. His speed, strength and will would not be affected by the change in distance. He could still succeed.
Rounding out the party was none other than Forbidden To Fly. Henna Turath did not move a muscle on this stallion's back. It like she was reading his mind and him her own, The pair had triumphed over the streaking Mastermind last time out. Henna was proud to say that they could only keep up with the horse many thought unable to be matched, but had also beaten up in Fly's sprinter wheelhouse. It was been an astounding victory. Henna had loved every minute in the winners' circle. Fly trumpeted loudly to his stablemates as he stepped foot on the track. Phantie's head snaked around, giving the horse she had shared a barn with for so many years what could only be described as a stern, horse-type of glare. Ed eyed the trumpeting gray curiously. Trin shied back, her eyes rolling before Amber calmed her down. Trin disliked being in the company of so many. Amber admired the roiling muscles of Fly before swinging her mount towards the wire. The others followed, knowing to expect a classic workout today. Hard work would get them in the winners' circle once more. None of these horses would have shortages of competition in their upcoming races.
The group burst into a gallop. Phantie accelerated sharply, going for the lead. Ed closely shadowed the black mare, accompanying her easily around the first turn. Fly tailed them, the flying dirt from his competition's hooves keeping him focused and moving. Trinity shyly brought up the rear. Amber kept the filly focused and sharp, guiding her with experienced hands. Riding Trin was an intensely challenging task, but richly rewarding if all worked out. They hadn't been lately, but the filly was brilliant and Amber would prove it one day. Phantie clicked off the first quarter in a leisurely twenty four and two fifths second, easily ignoring the pressure put to her by Ed. The chestnut did not give up, though, crowding her around the first turn and then in the backstretch. Phantie finally snorted at the half, gone by in forty eight flat, and pulled away slightly, getting some breathing space. These were easily fractions that the mare could maintain. Ed finally realized that this was not a foe to be easily fooled. He dropped back a half length now, stalking her. Fly remained focused, remarkably, drawing up to be just to the outside of Ed on the backstretch. Trin was three lengths back, taking it easy.
The three quarter pole passed, and then the pack hit the mile. Ed hit his stride, drawing even with Phantie within seconds. The black mare was content to let him gain that much ground, and then showed him why she had been crowned Horse of the Year. Easy as could be, the daughter of Night Stalker and El Sol Del Mar accelerated, eyes blazing as she dared Ed to keep up even as she left him behind. The chestnut three year old responded, digging in and keeping with her. But two furlong blitzes were not what these two were good at. No, all the speed here perhaps resided in Forbidden To Fly. The gray stallion accelerated evenly, easily catching up to these two and drawing away by a half length. But any farther, and Fly would become unfocused. That was his weakness. Phantie caught on immediately, or perhaps she remembered from repeated workouts with this foe. She accelerated sharply, catching up. But now Fly refocused, and battled back, drawing away. Sprinting versus heart was here. Ed was left slightly in awe of these two, but then had a new problem. Trinity was being driven home now. Amber was urging her on and the filly was responding. Ed found himself busily engaged as all four horses hit the wire.
Amber was grinning in triumph. Phantie was capable of taking down her foes, Fly was as brutally fast as ever, Trinity was coming into her own and Ed had the speed to challenge at a mile. Good things were in store for the future of SOPS.
Of course, there were their share of horses who had never stopped stunning the world. Krystal Yhate confidently felt that she sat on one of them in the form of Eternal Phantom. The black mare was a pure classic horse, outrageously talented and good. She had the body of a racehorse and the heart of a champion, the talent of ten packed into the spirit and will of a deadly determined mare. Indeed, Phantie was nothing if not the best over the dirt right now, at least over the classic distances. It was her that others appeared determined to dethrone. Krystal was hopeful of disappointing them. She intended for Phantie to finish her career in a blaze of glory rather than the sad decline of Lynara's Kingdom. They were headed to the Breeders Cup Classic, keen to win it for the third time in a row for SOPS. Krystal settled into the familiar power of her mare's stride and did not restrain the grin that sprang to her lips. Phantie took herself to the SOPS dirt training track and strode over it like she owned it. Her competition were assessed and catalogued, but victory was never far from this horse's mind.
Limited Edition was pure masculinity in a chestnut package. He radiated power. His chestnut coat gleamed with health and muscle, his stride powerful and spirit eager for more races. Ed had taken the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes, outdistancing his pedigree, and Valencia had never felt more proud of a horse. Ed was one hundred percent her own, purchased with her own money, trained under the advice of Amber Black but entered into races and taken care of financially by Valencia. She relished owning this horse and having full control over what happened to him. Ed was the horse that had brought her into prominence just as much as Italian Ice, except the lineage papers declared her the owner and not SOPS. Now they were preparing to cut back in distance to a mile, hit the Handsome Mile and perhaps some other Red Mile series races. Valencia was not bothered by the distance change. Ed had always been more of a classic colt, but he had been bred with the miler distance in mind. His speed, strength and will would not be affected by the change in distance. He could still succeed.
Rounding out the party was none other than Forbidden To Fly. Henna Turath did not move a muscle on this stallion's back. It like she was reading his mind and him her own, The pair had triumphed over the streaking Mastermind last time out. Henna was proud to say that they could only keep up with the horse many thought unable to be matched, but had also beaten up in Fly's sprinter wheelhouse. It was been an astounding victory. Henna had loved every minute in the winners' circle. Fly trumpeted loudly to his stablemates as he stepped foot on the track. Phantie's head snaked around, giving the horse she had shared a barn with for so many years what could only be described as a stern, horse-type of glare. Ed eyed the trumpeting gray curiously. Trin shied back, her eyes rolling before Amber calmed her down. Trin disliked being in the company of so many. Amber admired the roiling muscles of Fly before swinging her mount towards the wire. The others followed, knowing to expect a classic workout today. Hard work would get them in the winners' circle once more. None of these horses would have shortages of competition in their upcoming races.
The group burst into a gallop. Phantie accelerated sharply, going for the lead. Ed closely shadowed the black mare, accompanying her easily around the first turn. Fly tailed them, the flying dirt from his competition's hooves keeping him focused and moving. Trinity shyly brought up the rear. Amber kept the filly focused and sharp, guiding her with experienced hands. Riding Trin was an intensely challenging task, but richly rewarding if all worked out. They hadn't been lately, but the filly was brilliant and Amber would prove it one day. Phantie clicked off the first quarter in a leisurely twenty four and two fifths second, easily ignoring the pressure put to her by Ed. The chestnut did not give up, though, crowding her around the first turn and then in the backstretch. Phantie finally snorted at the half, gone by in forty eight flat, and pulled away slightly, getting some breathing space. These were easily fractions that the mare could maintain. Ed finally realized that this was not a foe to be easily fooled. He dropped back a half length now, stalking her. Fly remained focused, remarkably, drawing up to be just to the outside of Ed on the backstretch. Trin was three lengths back, taking it easy.
The three quarter pole passed, and then the pack hit the mile. Ed hit his stride, drawing even with Phantie within seconds. The black mare was content to let him gain that much ground, and then showed him why she had been crowned Horse of the Year. Easy as could be, the daughter of Night Stalker and El Sol Del Mar accelerated, eyes blazing as she dared Ed to keep up even as she left him behind. The chestnut three year old responded, digging in and keeping with her. But two furlong blitzes were not what these two were good at. No, all the speed here perhaps resided in Forbidden To Fly. The gray stallion accelerated evenly, easily catching up to these two and drawing away by a half length. But any farther, and Fly would become unfocused. That was his weakness. Phantie caught on immediately, or perhaps she remembered from repeated workouts with this foe. She accelerated sharply, catching up. But now Fly refocused, and battled back, drawing away. Sprinting versus heart was here. Ed was left slightly in awe of these two, but then had a new problem. Trinity was being driven home now. Amber was urging her on and the filly was responding. Ed found himself busily engaged as all four horses hit the wire.
Amber was grinning in triumph. Phantie was capable of taking down her foes, Fly was as brutally fast as ever, Trinity was coming into her own and Ed had the speed to challenge at a mile. Good things were in store for the future of SOPS.