Disclaimer: I don't own Balto, Universal Studios does.
Tomohawk: A Legend Who Became a Father
Alaska 1920, sled dog teams race over miles of Alaskan terrain to see who the fastest dogs in all of Alaska are. One path, which would be run by a champion, is the one way a legend will take to fulfill a great destiny. To witness the birth of a virtuous leader, good friend, wondrous father, and a half-breed. A misunderstood husky upholds the title of the fastest sled dog yet! Little does he know that a meeting of birth will be upon him soon...
Chapter1: The Great Race
The ground shook as ice and snow leapt up from the thundering waves of paws hitting the Earth. The wooden sled was pulled furiously across the icy tundra, ricocheting off rocks and boulders. A young teenager named Jason Corser at the end of the sled glanced back to see the second team coming up on their tails. He raised his glove suffocated hand and yelled a sharp command to the dogs.
"Hike!" He commanded as the lead husky picked up speed. His tanish-brown fur swept across the rock-hard ground that seemed to fall back behind the sled. A forest of mystery appeared before them. Sticking to the path, the young husky came to a clearing in the forest. He stopped suddenly, sniffed the air, and took off once more. His team following his every move. Minutes passed before they came to a narrow pass between two mountains. As they approached Eagle Pass, the second team found them again. This team was lead by a pure black malamute. He sped up at the musher's part of the sled. Using dirty tricks, he tried to bite Jason, which caused him to fall over. Trying not to get hurt he pushed down on the bridge (break). Suddenly the first team went from first place to pulling up the other's rear. As soon as Jason straightened himself out, he lifted the bridge.
"Hike!" He shouted once again and the lead husky took off with an explosion of speed, which almost tugged Jason off the sled again. He shouted again, encouraging his dogs to run faster. As soon as they had started they were already on the musher's heels!
"That's impossible!" He yelled, glancing over to the soon to come Jason.
"Not for my team!" Jason remarked, smirking and shouting "hike" one last time. Hearing his master's voice, the lead husky ran faster. The wind pounding his face, his muscles near their breaking point, but the thought of losing to his rival again wasn't about to let him slow down! He took a deep breath and shouted commands to his comrades. Hearing the commotion, the malamute looked back to see his rival coming up on his tail.
"Neck and neck again, ay Iron." the husky panted, breathing deeply.
"Not this time, old man!" But before Iron knew it, he was behind the other team's pointers. He spied the center next to him; he was lean, but nervous. He glanced down at his paws and then ahead again.
"This'll slow you down!" As he went to bite the centers back leg a deep snarl came from behind him.
"Don't touch my brother, pure bred!" As a large malamute/German Shepard mix sliced his nose.
"Thanks bro!" The younger more fragile husky yipped as Iron slowed to a jog and finally stopped completely.
"Hike! Iron hike!" The musher came up to his dog who had suddenly stopped. "Oh boy, Iron." As he glanced down at the malamute's blood stained muzzle.
"Wow they stopped! Let's win this! Hike!" Jason braced himself as the far away town of Nome came into view. Citizens lined the streets cheering on the team as they continued to pad forward. Breaking through the finish line, the dogs slowed to a stop. Out of breath, most of them fell over as the other adults congratulated Jason, while unhooking the dogs. Though the lead husky ignored the attention and wondered over to Jason, who layed down in the cold snow too, and layed against his owner's chest.
"Good boy Tomohawk! Good boy!" Jason complimented him by scratching behind his ears. He walked off after Jason got up to accept the award.
"To outstanding achievement and endurance, I give the first place prize to Jason's team!" The main hoster patted Jason on the back and walked off the front steps of the mayor's office.
"Holding this trophy makes me think back to when I first got Tomohawk..." He rambled on about how he found this damp wet puppy wondering the streets of Nome when he was about sixteen and a half.
"To think that he would end up being a great leader someday too," A tan malamute with a black stripe that came up his back and ended in a diamond on his nose pranced proudly over to Tomohawk. Though, Tomohawk was to busy getting pat from head to tail by the citizens to notice.
"Hey are you listening to me!? Hey T.H.!" At the sound of his voice Tomohawk glanced over to see a large, ball of fur rushing at him. He tried to jump out of the way, but his legs gave up on him, leaving him stranded in the path of a raging fur ball!
"Oh boy." He sighed as the husky thankfully slipped and only slid to halt at his side.
"Hi Tomohawk!" His tail wagging so hard it seemed as though a helicopter was landing.
"Hey B.J." Tomohawk yawned; tired of the big race they had just endured.
"Good race Hunh!" He smiled widely.
"Great race!" The other huskies and malamutes on the team joined them both. Their coats shimmering in the bright sunlight as it shown high in the sky to signal that noon was upon them. The musher and some kids gave the dogs' water and food as they raced over to eat and drink quickly. Sipping it down they sighed deeply.
"Great race, Hunh guys!" Jason came out from behind the sled after unloading a first aid kit.