My heart was pounding in my chest. The sensation was running through my veins as if it were my own blood. I was doing what I loved, running! We were heading down the final stretch; this was when it kicked into gear. The other horses were fighting for the stake. Puffs were rapid and feet were flying yet we were all synchronized. Now was my cue, I dreamed I had wings. What I didn’t know was that this would be the final time. From the outside I past the other horses they were running out of steam however I was just burning mine. I was on my final stride to victory when I heard the snap I tried to save myself and my jockey however I failed in the getaway. My weight went limp and I could no longer hold myself up. The pain shot through me like a thousand bee stings in my muscles, I felt the hooves pound against me as I slipped underneath there glorious bodies. How could it be that this was over?
This is not a story of a legend or even a race horse’s miracle recovery. This is a story of a horse, an athlete loosing what he lived for. My name is Wings Rein, and I was a racehorse.
The crowds roar went silent. That was how I knew this would most likely be my final memory. Why did it have to be so bitter? There were people in that crowd that had just won millions of dollars and now they were silently contemplating my fate, the fate was in there hands. The small palm frightened me, but it was so soothing I could feel her tears falling on my cheek somehow this gave me comfort. A whole lot of people rushed over and I could hear their shouts, wondering what to do with me. They managed to get me on my feet 3 men were holding the weight of my left leg. It was agonizing. I knew I would never race again, but worse I didn’t know if I would get to live another day. That night I was taken to a damp stall. I was frightened of the storm. I wanted to go home. Although a part of me somehow knew that it could never be. For what is a racing stables going to use a racehorse that can’t race for? I was empty. They lowered me into the stable and gave me injections to help the pain and left me there for the night. I dreamed I had wings, and my heart was pounding in my chest and the crowed was thunderous, I could feel the sensation of racing for the last time. I woke at the feel of the comforting palm on my cheek however this time it was bigger. I looked into a face of a girl with grey eyes and pale hair. She was kind. At that moment I knew she would protect me. The girl sat with me the whole night. "Be strong Wing" she whispered into my ear. We wondered what unknown outcome the morning would bring.