Post by S u N f r O s T ~ on Jul 2, 2012 9:26:08 GMT -5
ETERNAL PHANTOM AND KRYSTAL YHATE
Ghosting through the darkness was the black filly with a rider who's gaze was made of steel. They moved like wraiths, cutting a firm path through the night, the only light coming from the moon and the small flashlight Krystal carried as they rode.
This was a strange new place. The Wire racetrack was just opening up this year, and was going to be graced with their presence before they participated in any races. As of now, Krystal didn't think that Phantie had been entered in any races in the first two weeks of the season. But they needed to work, and work hard. The Triple Crown trail awaited the talented black filly. She wasn't built for the Triple Tiara. The Crown was her path. She had gone into the Juvenile for a reason. They had come third. She had the talent to defeat those colts and they would show them just as Sunny had.
The filly had filled out. At three years old, she had grown a little taller and had a different look in her eyes. There was a bright spark there overshadowed by touches of intelligence and desire. Phantie wanted to run fast this year. She wanted Krystal to get her where she needed to be.
They were just trotting along right now. Krystal clucked and then they were cantering. The welcome pace change encouraged even more speed out of Phantie. Her legs flashed faster, blurring into a gallop for perhaps two strides before Krystal brought her back under control. To gallop at night was silly when they could barely see. She didn't want her hopeful to be damaged. Phantie was dear to her heart as well. An injury to the filly would hurt her rider just as much to see and experience.
So they continued to canter, and Phantie almost moodily obeyed Krystal's commands. There was a white hit desire in the filly to run, to stretch out her legs and take flight. The Triple Crown was coming. They had to be ready.
It was a good thing the majority of this track was open plains. Krystal appreciated not having to dodge around trees as they cantered. Phantie's motion had grown to be even more fluid. They ghosted along beautifully, like phantoms in the blackness.
Krystal grinned. That was exactly what they were. Nobody would see this filly coming when they snatched the Derby, and then the Preakness, and then the Belmont. The Crown would be theirs.
