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The Phoenix Race
Once upon a time…years and centuries before Quais or even before the Cannon War…on a planet called Auga, there was a celebration going on in the small island regions. Birds all over were cheering and wearing colorful red clothing, because what they were celebrating…was a race. The birds were in one huge crowd watching other birds gliding in a race, but not with their wings. Instead they were using (professionally made) hang-gliders that made them look like phoenixes. The red and orange flaming creature of myths and legends, the bird that many others seem to love like a superhero. And the racers were competing in the annual "Phoenix Race" to show how much they enjoyed flying and taking action like a real phoenix.
In the race, there were seven competitors, and each of them showed off their skills, speed, and agility by soaring through the air above the island like mad! Everybody loved seeing them in the game, especially one turtle dove named (Tiago) Arnie, who was sitting at a special outdoor stadium with (Jewel) his mother. He was able to get a better view of the show than everyone else, and loved seeing it all.
His mom even asked, "Can you see alright, Arnie?"
Then he replied, "Uh huh! Thanks for doing this, Mom."
"You're welcome. It was a little tough getting these seats, but it was all worth it just to satisfy my little man." She kissed his cheek and rubbed his head, to his displeasure. "Mom!" Arnie whined humorously. Then he just continued watching the show. Seeing every second of it, without even blinking, made it too fun for him.
He mostly stared at the racer with the number 7 label. He looked cooler, had a much more colorful glider, and showed off the most skill. He seemed to amaze everyone more, and was close to winning the race.
When Arnie looked at him more, he shut his eyes and did his best to imagine himself as that racer. And it worked. He pictured himself in the costume, controlling the glider while soaring through the sky, and breathing in the wind of fresh air. The experience felt like a dream come true, and Arnie was able to show off his own moves (in his mind). He did a barrel roll, a loop de loop, ziggy zag, stream speed, and made a lot of exciting efforts to go past the other racers.
In every race, the birds would always fly 50 laps around the island, and with the speed Arnie was at, he was able to go past every player before reaching the final checkpoint. Then by doing so, everyone made a massive noise of cheering, celebrating to see the end of the race and to see the one who accomplished it.
Then when Arnie opened his eyes, he saw that the race was still going on before number 7 took the lead…and made it! He was the first to reach the final checkpoint and won the entire race, and every bird on the island cheered for the racer's victory. Arnie and his mom were perhaps the only ones who didn't cheer but still had smiles on their beaks. For the entire show was done, and everybody had a reason to celebrate. Then the birds in the stadium stood up and fully went outside to see the racers. The crowd was big but everyone could still see them. Especially Arnie, who was brought up to sit on his mother's shoulders. He had a clear view of all the racers, and seeing Number 7 wave modestly to everybody made Arnie feel more happy, and seeing his face made Arnie feel like he loved the race more than winning it.
"Did you enjoy the race, Arnie?" His mom asked.
"Uh huh! Thanks again for taking me, Mom. It was awesome!"
"Great!" She replied with a smile. And then said in her head, "I'm glad you loved it, sweetie. And one thing that I always find amazing is how much you love seeing your uncle race. Even though you don't know that he's your uncle."
Arnie and his mom smiled more, and continued watching the racers before fireworks came up, and seeing them gave Arnie the best thought.
"Wow. This day was awesome. Mom and I got to see the Phoenix Race in the best seats, I got to see my favorite racer in action…and now I'm wondering what's next? Could I…be the next racer in line?"
Arnie had high hopes, and after seeing how the race turned out, he already knew what his future was gonna be like.
Notes & Disclaimers:
• This was inspired by Rio, Blue Sky IP
• The Flying Stories is my IP.
• This short story is based on an element from Hey Arnold, Nickelodeon IP.
• "Tiago," from Rio, plays the character "Arnie" the Turtle Dove.
• "Jewel," from Rio, plays "Arnie's mother."
Back in, I believe, 2019, I had other notes for this. They are outdated now, but I'm still willing to save and share. In these notes, I said:
"… regardless of that, I was still able to make this tiny chapter, and was able to read a little bit of the things that came up. … Plus I've thankfully still been able to do other important things. But now, before this starts: I would like to say thanks to the friend (Nightfly123) who recently sent a comment about my Harry and Annabelle story:
"'I appreciate the compliment, and know that you do have my permission. You can use Harry and Annabelle. I just have one question, though. What story do you want to use them for?'"
I can't remember what he gave as an answer to that last question, but again, Nightfly123, you still have permission to use my two OCs. Also, I will eventually try to repost everything from "The Stories of Harry and Annabelle."
Now for this story, if anybody asks, yeah I was thinking a little bit of "Hey Arnold" while making this.
