*This story was formerly called "Victory Born Out of A Curse". This is being revised, but virtually all of the original content remains. Disclaimer: Cars is owned by Disney/Pixar. What I type here is for reading candy only. Wish I did own it. *Again humans here are fairytale creatures like unicorns are to us. Any reference to them is done as a mythical standpoint.**I've included Chick Hicks in this fic as he redeems himself and is one of Monarch's crew chiefs; King owns Dinoco as Tex has retired.

Chapter 1

The car roared around the Piston Cup racetrack. He was one of a kind. A hybrid who looked like an odd cross between a Hornet and some sort of luxury like a lotus or a Lamborghini. Handsome he was but incredibly down-to-earth. He was so low to the ground that unlike his father's his back tires were completely hidden. He had a unibody style like Doc but was more sports like. A single frame split between those yellow eyes. His once all-white body color was toy blue with Dinoco emblazoned on both sides and near the corner of his eyes. The entire stadium was going crazy as he neared the end of his journey for the Cup, despite his personal losses. His sister had just passed away hours earlier in a hospital, his wife and daughter were killed in a plane crash last year en route to his Piston Cup race last year-enroute to the race and he overheard his crew chief get the news while on the track. Year before that, a close friend of his died hours before he was to race, and that friend wanted him to race...He floundered twice. This was his third Piston Cup race, third tragedy in a row. But his pal, wife and sis made him promise to race this race. Did they think he was a robot? Capable of racing under such pressure? He was only a car. But it was a promise he intended to keep. He knew his parents were cheering him on from the hospital waiting room where their daughter died, despite their terrible pain. They had to be there for their son. They had to be.

Commentator 1: "Monarch Hudson Spirit Warrior is going to finally win his Piston Cup after so much tragedy and loss! We just received word hours before this race that his sister did indeed die after a long battle with her illness; she made him promise her he would race today. Can you imagine the load this young racer has on him? Losing his wife AND daughter just last YEAR. " And all of it showed as he faltered race after race…" (Stadium chanting "MONARCH! MONARCH!")

Commentator 2: "Folks, this is HISTORY. NEVER in history have two cars from one family won the Piston Cup. Monarch Spirit Warrior, son of Dr. Hudson Spirit Warrior, who was known to all of us as The Fabulous Hudson Hornet…about to become our new Piston champ! "Doc Hudson" they call him now, lost his daughter just hours ago, now his SON is about to take the title. Listen to this crowd…."

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The slick hybrid-build car pulled up to the mausoleum . He was a professional stock car racer. Color, the distinctive blue of Dinoco, speaking of which was lettered in large print on both sides of him. "Dinoco" was also tattooed in the corners of each of his eyes near his sides, as well as on his rear bumper. Above it: Chick Thunder Hicks. Chick was one of his crew chiefs. On one side he bore the name of his father The Fabulous Hudson Hornet in the exact same style as his sire used to wear it in his race days. On the other side he bore the retired emblem name and number of Strip "The King" Weathers, Dinoco's current owner. He took over Dinoco one Tex retired. And on his back trunk, he had Bradley Brakeshaw, a close family friend and famed drag racer, The Delinquent Road Hazards who helped raise him on The Strip, and the number and name of Lightning McQueen, who, along with his father was one of his racing tutors. All six had inspired him to race and were now part of his professional crew. He had a majestic look about him, this rather bizarre cross between an antique like "Pops" and a modern day luxury sports car. Despite not being a full-blown Hudson Hornet he still had Hudson Hornet emblems on either side of his hood, and unlike his sire's his sat so high up on his hood, it gave the impression of him being "four-eyed". "Bespectacled"-in other words, wearing eye glasses as artists often depicted humans. Humans were mythical creatures made up by talented storytellers, and artists sometimes depicted them wearing strange magnifying pieces of glass held by frames on their faces where their "eyes" were. This particular car seemed to have on those curious accessories on his eyes.

It was also one of the oddities about him that made him unusually handsome. This was no added feature he had built on him; nothing about him was an add-on. He was born like this from front to back, as he matured. His engine was the fastest in the racing world no doubt gotten from maternal sources with the added addition of high endurance from the paternal side. His engine and strength was not altered, it was natural. He sat on rear wheels that almost vanished beneath him. His grill was not nearly as pronounced as his old man's was but clearly indicated that he had some kind of Hornet-like influence in him. Curiously he appeared to be something of a Hudson Hornet that was low to the ground with sporty features. He did resemble a low-lying ultra sports car. He had dark enclaves around his grill sides near his mouth which suspiciously bore resemblance to those of a Ferrari or even a Lamborghini and much of his shape was like that of a sports car— low to the ground. And he inherited her spoiler only his was doubled. "Mother traits" he knew. He did, however have the slit down his windshield pane like his father, another trait he obviously took on.

He heard his father, Doc, pull up beside him. They both looked at the crypts in front of them. This mausoleum was built in the mid 2000s specifically for the Hudson family. So far the remnants of 3 occupants shared it. Two were actually interred here, a third had been melted down at her request in life, most of her she wanted redistributed as spare metal parts, what parts of her were unaffected by her disease. Because of her generosity there were vehicles driving around today with some of her inside them, or outside them. And she was a 2014 Mitsubishi Mirage, very sweet soul in life. As she wanted, a small portion of her was also molten down into a small 6X6 inch cube to be interred here next to her sister-in-law and niece. It sat in a glass window encased in a little bronze box-shaped urn with her name and birthdate, and date of death on it. In Times New Roman it read the following:

"Diana Hudson Spirit Warrior. Sunrise: March 4 2009 Sunset: March 5 2039." That was the part that really sucked, his sister died a day after her birthday. She was dying and died the day he raced. The crypt next to the encased urn read: "Paris Spirit Warrior. Sunrise: February 25 2028 Sunset: August 6 2038. Go to sleep now my blessed little angel." Not even a year old she was. The size of the crypt said it all.

And right next to it, a much larger one. Janiout Spirit Warrior. Sunrise: April 16, 2012 Sunset: August 6 2038. Same death date as the smaller crypt's. These two died together. The blue race car cracked a slight smile. Guido had come along, bearing the shining Piston Cup trophy the racer had won not long ago. The Dinoco racer, Monarch, smiled down at him. "Thanks for coming Guido." Guido softly said something in Italian but Monarch knew he was saying something along the lines of "No problem at all." Or something of the sort. It still amazed everyone how the little forklift couldn't speak a word of English, but he understood English perfectly.

"Hey Pops." Monarch said to his father. "Hey kid. You're mother's on her way. She's talking to one of the groundskeepers. As she always did, like Stacey, she was able to pull up with a dead silence. All four faces looked serious now as all eyes reverted back to the crypts. Doc and Prince huddled together, sad eyed as they observed the tombs of their daughter, granddaughter and daughter-in-law. This was a bittersweet moment for all of them. As the four stood together, Monarch began to quietly reminisce on the events that led up to this moment of him deciding to leave his Piston Cup here at this vault.