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The Race of a Dreamer
A really long time ago, a girl lived on this world. This girl, she changed the world. Her name was Emily. During that same time, the kingdom she dwelled in was at war, at war with a sinister man named Mordoke, and all of his minions.
The king loved his kingdom and the people in it so much that he was willing to risk his own life. One night, Mordoke sent him a dream. In this dream, the king was told to leave his kingdom and come to the mountain Tetro l'eternità. Mordoke called these mountains home.
Two days after the king had the dream, he left for Tetro l’eternità. That very night, Emily dreamt of the king’s departure, and knew that she could not allow him to go.
Emily lived on a ranch with her father, taking care of horses, and also a few other assorted animals. She woke herself, and stumbled her way to the castle, which was just a half a mile away from her home. Maybe, she thought, I can talk him out of this.
When she got to the castle doors, the guards would not let her through. Trying to think of something else to do for him, she found herself wandering around the castle walls; soon, she was in the royal stables. After wandering around inside a while, randomly talking to herself and the horses, a voice spoke to her.
“You wish to help my master?” it asked.
“Yes. Who is there?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?”
“I cannot trust you if I do not know who you are,” Emily replied curtly.
Emily turned and was face to face with a black Philae. Startled, she stumbled backwards and tripped on a bucket. Rusty laughter shook the horse, and her eyes bulged in shock.
“Y-you c-can talk?” she stuttered.
“Of course; so, do you trust me?” the horse asked again.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Nel cielo,” he told her, staring into her eyes.
Her eyes went even wider at the sound of his name. It meant “in sky.” This, for reasons you will learn later, meant a lot to Emily.
“I trust you,” she said after a moment of hesitation.
“Good,” he said. “Get on my back, and we will follow the umana.”
Together, Emily and Nel cielo pursued the king. They road across grassy plains, through raging rivers, and through mountain ranges. When two days had passed, and they were still a couple hundred miles away— Tetro l’eternità was only just visible, now—Emily received a vision of the king and Mordoke.
“We’re not fast enough!” she cried to Nel cielo. He snorted.
“Do not fear, young Sognatore. We will reach Altruista in no time.”
The black Philae’s hooves beat harder against the dusty terrain, and somehow, he sped along even faster. The Earth shook abruptly, and the sky opened up. One single bolt of lightning struck the ground just in front of Nel cielo, and suddenly, his hooves left the ground. His strong legs moved even faster, and faster, and the features of the land grew smaller. They were flying!
Emily had always dreamt of flying. She had sworn to herself that someday, she would fly, soaring high in the open sky with the great birds. That day, her dream had come true.
Euphoric with joy and another pleasurable, yet unnamable emotion, she gave a cry of contentment, and Nel cielo flew higher and faster.
The horse had no wings, yet with the hands of God, he was soaring high anyway.
In a matter of minutes and land rushing by beneath them at the speed of sound, they reached the heart of the mountain Tetro l’eternità.
The king, whom Nel cielo had called Altruista, and Mordoke were in the courtyards, which was right where Emily and the horse had touched down.
“What is this? I told you to com alone!” Mordoke yelled, anger flushing his face with a bright red.
“You will not harm my king,” Emily replied, arming her voice with all the venom and malice she could muster.
Mordoke laughed manically at her. “You are a fool to come here. You should have stayed home.”
“No. I am no fool, Mordoke. You are the joke tonight,” Emily told him coolly. “I’ve come here to make a deal with you, a preposition, really. Are you up to a challenge?”
“Always,” he said curtly, eyes narrowed.
“Good. I want a race. If I win, you leave these lands forever and leave our kingdom alone, and letting the king go, too. If you win, you can take me in place of the king. I will do whatever you ask. Do we have a deal?”
Mordoke scoffed at her, letting his arrogance and incompetence get in the way of his logical thinking; whenever the chance to prove himself better than anyone and show his power, he never thought of the consequences.
“I do not mean just any race. I am talking of a race with horses, and speed. May the best horse win,” Emily clarified.
“You are on, sciocca ragazza.”
The king gaped at Emily, wondering what she was doing. He could not let a girl intervene in these matters. Did his people really love him so much as to risk their lives for him?
“No, Mordoke. I will be racing against you. Same wagers,” the king said menacingly.
“Okay. Whatever you wish, your majesty.” Mordoke sneered.
Many preparations were made, and the race would take place the next day at dawn. The riders, the king and Mordoke, were to race down through the Tetro l’eternità, across the raging river Rush di cristallo, under the thick canopy of the forest Foglie Verdi, and across the Giallo Erba plains to the base of Mt. Sole. The journey would take at least three quarters of the day, providing there were no inconveniences.
When the night fell silent, and dawn broke free, the king mounted Nel cielo. Emily came to wish him a good journey, and asked God to bless the race.
“I have faith in you,” she told him intensely.
Moments later, Mordoke and the king were setting off at dangerously fast speeds for racing down a mountain.
Nel cielo was gained speed, and then he and the king were in the lead. The morning had passed, and still the men raced furiously under the thick canopy of Foglie Verdi. Then, by some unfathomable bad luck, Mordoke got the lead and was ahead by the entire length of a man. And he kept getting faster and faster, putting more distance between himself and the king.
“Good girl, Bello notte!” he cried.
Suddenly, Nel cielo burst out of the dense and suffocating forest. They had reached Giallo Erba, finally.
“Do you trust me?” the horse asked the king.
“I guess so.”
The black Philae’s hooves beat harder against the grassy terrain, and somehow, he sped along even faster. The Earth shook abruptly, and the sky opened up. One single bolt of lightning struck the ground just in front of Nel cielo, and suddenly, his hooves left the ground. His strong legs moved even faster, and faster, and the features of the land grew smaller. They were flying!
Startled, the king had to regain his balance quickly so he would not fall. Then, he laughed at the absurdity and impossibility of what was clearly reality. Surely he had not merely dreamt up the evil that was Mordoke.
In moments, their shadow fell upon Mordoke and Bello notte; the villainous man looked up in awe and anger, and pushed his Arabian stallion harder and faster. But it was no use; Mordoke was no match for the king’s Philae.
Nel cielo beat the clouds harder and ran faster. He was finally ahead by about half a mile and he descended, but not losing any speed.
The sun was very high in the sky, its rays warming up the Earth as the race raged on.
Emily, who had remained in the mountains, paced anxiously back and forth, back and forth across the courtyards. A falcon’s cry filled the air, and Emily looked up to see a very big bird circling Mordoke’s lair. The bird landed in front of her, as if he wanted her to mount his back and fly with him. This she did, and then the bird’s wings were beating at the rate her heart pumped blood through her body.
The big, sandy brown bird flew high over the course of the race. Clinging tightly to the bird’s neck, she peered down to see the king and Nel cielo in the lead, and only two miles away from the base of Mt. Sole. What took the racers most of the day, Emily and her feathered friend had reached the base of the great, towering bluff. There, Emily waited.
After a good five minutes, she saw a figure silhouetted against blue sky. She could not tell if it was the king or Mordoke. But oh, how she hoped it was the king! As the figure grew closer, she could tell. Her heart skipped a beat as she was finally able to see who it was.
It was the king. The king had won.
Mordoke followed closely behind, but it did not matter. The king had won.
“You cheat!” he shouted at the king.
“On the contrary, the terms of our agreement did not mention how we got here, so long as we are on horseback. I remained on this horse’s back the whole time.”
Later that day, after the argument with Mordoke had been taken care of, the king and Emily returned to their kingdom. The king praised and awarded Emily, unable to thank her enough.
This girl, Emily… she changed the world and made her dream come true simply by believing and having faith. She was a dreamer, and she was proud of that. The next vow she made to herself was to never stop believing.