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Lost In Memories was a talented young filly... though she was yet to break her maiden, she had perfect consistency from her previous races, finishing a gallant second in her first start, and third in her second start. She would slowly mature into a beautiful filly and maybe even break her maiden in her next start, though it seemed unlikely. Her father was the stallion who was reknown for his ability to get from Grade Five to Grade Two in a matter of weeks. Riverwood Acres owned him, before they went bankrupt. His name was Memorials Blaze. Emma's mother was a magnificent maximum sabino mare, Blanchette. Blanchette, was an accomplished grade one turf racer. She knew how to handle everything about the turf, and was good at running her best. She won the Universal Cup, Winter Cup, Merry Bay King Memorial Stakes, Summer Cup, Autumn Cup, and placed in the Breeder's Cup Turf. The Wire Finish Cup Juvenile Turf was a major race at The Wire's track. Held over nine furlongs, it was in perfect running distance for Emma. Though she was sharp, ready, and well rested, a field of three other horses stood infront of her, including undefeated two-year-old in three starts, Blue Me Away.

Blue was the offspring of Whippet and Bluebell Sonnet, making him a half brother to Royal Cadenza, Whipped Cream, Whip Up The Dancing, and the now retired Grade One broodmare, Lawliet's Girl. The colt was a preceder, and was highly focused on the racetrack. He gates well and breaks quickly when they open before taking up a position behind any front runners for the race. He paces himself according to the front runners and can easily deal with races of any pace by slightly adjusting his plans. Everything was telling us we couldn't defeat the colt, but deep inside with the work and power that this filly was putting into all her workouts, I knew that she possibly could, but I wasn't being overconfident. He was on a winning streak, and he was sharp, and ready to pounce and take the victory in this race.

Abastor was the next entrant in the race. The Intrepid Racing colt stood the tallest of the field, at 17.1hh. He was black as a crow, quick as an eagle, athletic as a cheetah. When on the track he is all alertness and spirit. He loves breaking from the gate and will break to the front right behind the race leaders. He too, was a preceder. As Blue and Aba were the only two preceders, one of them would have to take the lead, unless there would be a late entry. The colt placed a promising fifth in the Breeders Cup Yearling Show, behind Emma who placed a gain second behind Akumabuelle, an accomplished Juvenile filly who won't go down without a fight. Aba had beaten Emma in the Sweeping Maiden, which was both horses first starts. Maybe this time we'd catch him. He also had perfect consistency, with a first, second, and two thirds, meaning that he had more experience than Emma.

Mini Monstorm was a promising and unexpected entrant from Akita Rose Stables. The filly had almost perfect consistency. She has picked up three seconds, a third, and a fourth in her current racing career, making it clear that she was the current most experienced with races. The filly was right at the start of her distance, prefering longer distance races. What made this filly more magnificent was that she would run over turf, aswell as sand. She would stay with Emma throughout the whole race as she was a closer. She will never put up a fight for any rider and has a smooth stride along the track. She was a little on the small side but do not underestimate the quickness of her hooves. She can come up behind a leader in no time with barely a warning to take the race. Mouse's dam, Sweet Miracle, was definitely a miracle foal, as her grand-dam, Sweet Melody, died after giving birth.

Emma had spent her days on the horse walker, powering along and gaining muscle on her legs, aswell as in her hind end. Today, she would go back out on the track and see if she had made much improvement since her disappointment in her second maiden race, where she failed to close and placed dead last. Now it was time to step it up a gear. The filly was well rested and ready, and we'd had our eyes set on this race since the beginning on February. Now the time had come, and everyone was entering. It was time to show off what this filly had in store. It doesn't matter about placings, as this would be good for the filly's experience today. Ivana finished getting ready in the changing room. The weather was good, not too hot but not too cold. Pulling the straps on her body protector tight, she picked up her schooling cap and placed it firmly on her head. She picked up her crop from the chair and placed it in her belt. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before walking effortlessly out of the changing room, her boots tapping against the floor as she walked along, slowly but surely.

Approaching the perfectly conformed sabino filly, she couldn't help but notice how much muscle she had gained at her shoulder and rear end. She was beginning to mature, like fine tasting wine. Maturing slowly, ending up beautiful and subtle. Some of the horses you'd see today mature far too quickly - some would say they'd mature like an 'off-curry', but this filly was completely the opposite. She was looking stunning. Meghan stood beside the filly, stroking the velvet soft part near the filly's nose. She looked relaxed, and laid back as ever, which was a good thing. Ivana was a naturally light handed rider, which is why she was picked to ride both Lucy and Emma. Walking closer towards Meghan, Ivana smiled. "She is looking fabulous... wow..." Meghan nodded in agreement. "I have to agree with you there, Ivana. I think the horse walking has paid off." Ivana walked to the saddle, where Meghan swapped sides. With one leg, she bounced Ivana up, whilst holding the filly's rein in the other hand,

Smiling, she thanked Meghan, and walked on to the track beside her. Meghan opened the barrier to the track, and the filly walked effortlessly on to the turf. Emma looked around and let out a little nicker. Ivana stroked her neck and halted her, allowing her to relax and get used to the natural environment once more. After her slight glimpse of everything, Ivana took hold of the leather reins and squeezed the filly's side. Remembering something, she turned the filly back around and looked at Meghan. "I am going to take her five furlongs without the gate." Meghan nodded and gave Ivana the thumbs up, and yet again she turned the filly round and walked her up the track to the corner, where she squeezed her into a trot. The filly flicked her toes energetically and raised her head, pricking her ears.

Entering the backstretch, they approached the six furlong pole. Ivana squeezed and the filly rocked into a canter, snorting with each stride. She was beginning to get excitable - which was a good thing considering it was her first time on the track since the beginning on February. Smiling, they came to the five furlong pole. Ivana crouched down and the filly pranced into a gallop. She began to focus and Ivana began to ride the filly forward. With each energetic stride, all four hooves hit the turf in cannon, one after the other. Flying through the first furlong, Ivana's arms stretched as much as they could. She bit her lip and focused, squinting her eyes as the wind blew. Rounding the turn, Emma changed her leads and picked up the pace, as a closer would do.

Her closing speed was improving significantly, and had definitely picked up since Ivana last drove the filly down the home stretch last. It was now time to show Meghan what the filly had got in store. Ivana pulled her crop from her belt and it fell onto the filly's rump. Emma sprinted forward and gave all she had down the home stretch. Ivana's arms began to ache as she drove and drove. It had been a while, but this filly had talent. Each stride brought us closer to home until we eventually flew under the wire. Ivana and the filly relaxed, and slowly brought her back to a trot, then back down to a walk. Ivana patted the filly's warmblooded neck and smiled. "You are such a good girl..." She said, smiling and patting her beautiful mount. Walking back over to Meghan, she halted Emma. Meghan tried not to smile, but she did. "54.56 seconds." Ivana gasped and threw her arms around the filly. They had the willpower and energy, but would it be enough to help them win?

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Time taken: An hour
Muse: I don't even know, just came to me xD
Distance: Five furlongs