" Mommy, daddy, come look!" A little blonde girl runs up to the closest window, her breath fogging up the glass. It was her favorite time of the year: The Scorpio Races. Every November, people from all over Thisby would come to compete in this race. They would capture a horse, or better described as a capall uisce. The horses were quite unlike any others anyone had seen before. Drawn from the sea or created by land, these animals were fierce beasts, not meant to be tamed. The girl had heard legends where the capall uisce had destroyed a town like a hurricane, or ripped a man's throat out. Although they terrified her, Maddie couldn't help but being intrigued. She watched as the men on horses trotted by, fearless against the November cold. She knew where they were headed: to the beach, where all the other men trained with their horses, preparing for the grueling race ahead of them. Madeline didn't know what it was like because her parents would never let her near a single capall uisce, definitely not thousands. But she could imagine it. A chaos of men and horse, united together as one and training as hard as they possibly can to win first prize. The winner receives cash- Maddie couldn't tell you how much, she couldn't count up to it- but she knew it was more than ever dreaming of. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice her parents at her side, silently watching as the capall uisce trampled by. Once they were all out of sight from the view of the window, the little girl turned toward her parents. " One day, I am going to be a rider and win first prize!" Now if you have never seen a seven year old when they are exited, you are missing out. Their eyes light up, and they give you the biggest, most sweetest smile they can manage. It makes you feel like they are intentionally trying to guilt you. Some of them do. In Maddie's case, however, this was not true. She meant it with all her heart, which made it even harder for her parents to break it to her. So instead, they gave her a wordless smile. If you looked closely enough, you would see that the smile didn't match their eyes. You would see that it was fake, artificial. But how on earth was a seven year old supposed to figure that out? Oblivious, Maddie smiled back. After a few moments, the girl's petite hand found her way to her mother's slightly larger one. There the two figures sat, the mother staring blankly out the window, and the girl just wishing, hoping, waiting for the blessed day when she was able to compete in the Scorpio Races.