Fiona was eleven when her dad died. They lived in a ranch some miles off Dallas in a town called Pilot Point where they kept horses. Her father loved horses, he would say they are not like people since they show loyalty and give their all. Fiona shared this same love from a tender age and it grew on her. When she was six, her father gave her a pony and she called him Russell due to its red coat of hair. This was the dearest thing that her father left behind for her as a sign of treasure.
Fiona spent all day with Russell during the summer after her dad died. It offered so much consolation to spend time with him on the fields and grooming him too. Her mother feared she would become too secluded in school since she wasn’t making any friends but she also understood what she was going through. As time went by, Russell got bigger and stronger challenging all the other horses when it came to sprints across the fields. At the age of fifteen, Fiona was tall enough to ride a full grown horse. She and Russell fitted in perfectly. Nothing felt more perfect than taking a run across the fields feeling the wind run across her hair calming her mind. It was evident, she had her father’s talent.
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Every year, residents of Pilot Point held an annual horse race. Fiona’s mother thought this would be such a good opportunity to open up to who she really was inside and embrace her talent. Fiona wasn’t opposed to the idea. She signed up the next day. The race would take place on September so she only had two months to get in shape. She was in luck since school was closed and she didn’t have that much work to do at home. She would wake up in the morning, feed Russell and then put on her gear and start her training. Her mother knew a thing or two she had picked up from her father so she occasionally helped her. Russell was picking up fast due to the bond she had established with Fiona, one would say almost telepathic.
The day came and it was time to see what she was made of. She had merely slept the night before due to the excitement but she knew she was up to the task ahead of her. Before they left she looked at the portrait of her father on the wall and asked him to guide her from the heavens. They set off to the race track. Most of her competitors were older than her but this didn’t scare her that much. She prepared her horse, strapped Russell’s saddle on and got ready to ride. The starter signalled and dropped his flag to start the race. Russell started off slow since he had never done something like this before but Fiona urged him on. They picked up slowly and by the third lap they were already in third place much to the dismay of spectators watching a teenage girl beat men who had trained for years.
By the last lap, she was in second looking to beat the reigning champion, but he was faster and way more experienced. She managed to finish in second which was good enough for her considering it being a first trial. Her mother was in tears seeing the spirit of her husband reborn in her daughter. She continued to train knowing her day of triumph was soon coming.
