There stood Darien, Emily and Jason, waiting anxiously for any sign of Rosaria, their team's leader. They were two hours early for the race, but they would have to be in order to get a good starting spot. "Where is she?" asked Jason. "Shouldn't she have been here by now?" "Hey, Rosaria has never let us down before, she wouldn't start now." said Emily. "That's right! Have a little faith." added Darien.
Rosaria soared over the stadium, checking out the competition from above. They were very early, there were hardly any other racers there. They would get a good starting spot for sure. Rosaria swept down and met her friends. "I was just over the stadium." she said. "It's practically empty. Come on, let's go get our spots."
The four friends got starting spots right in front, an advantage in competitions like this. People began pouring into the stadium. Venders went around and sold food and beverages. There was one group of spectators, however, that seemed different. It was obviously not people from the outskirts, definitely not a part of the racing crowd. They sat there trying not to touch anything from fear of germs and infection, a stereotypical thought.
Rosaria frowned at this. "Darien," she said. "I'll be right back." Rosaria used her flyer and went up into the seats. Many people already knew her and where there to cheer Rosaria and her team on. People stopped her several times on her way to her desired destination to wish her and her team luck, but when she finally reached the three men, they gasped.
"Hello strangers!" she said kindly. "I'm Rosaria, leader of my team." After clearing his throat, one of the men nervously said, "And what do you call your team?" "My team is called the Thunderboltz. A lot of people are betting on us tonight, I suggest you do the same. However, I don't believe I've ever seen you here before. You must be new members of our glorious audience of fans! What are you doing here?"
"Well," said one of the men, looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "We got a tip yesterday from an anonymous caller. We're reporters for the Ozian Gazette. We were told that all of these races are for show, you know, all the racers are actors, and that a young princess is going to pretend to crash and die as a gimmick to get more people to come watch the races! Looking around, it seems as if they get enough people. But anyway we couldn't miss that." Rosaria's eyes widened.
"Sir, I assure you that every one of these races are real, and if a princess dies tonight, it is simply sabotage. Whoever made that call will try to kill the princess you speak of." "Can we quote you on that?" Rosaria nodded slowly, thinking about what she had said. 'Someone trying to kill me?' she thought. 'It can't be!'
"And what name should we put with this quote, miss?" Rosaria looked at the reporters again. "You tell your readers, that princess Rosaria Castine Callo of the Rose Kingdom spoke those words to you.....just before she and her team won this race." With open mouths and gasps, the reporters feverishly wrote down what Rosaria said, and she whisked over the crowd. When she was back with her friends, she told them what happened.
"Oh my God! Rosaria, what do we do?" asked Emily. "I'll be fine, you just race to win. Don't even think about it." The racers then had an hour to go eat before the race began. Darien picked Rosaria up off of her flyer and carried her to their table. They ate and talked strategy, and in the last moments, Rosaria gave her friends words of confidence to guide them through the race.
"No matter what, be swift. No one will be able to stand in your way if you truly want to win. If you don't make first place, don't worry about it! Just make sure that all three of you get into the top ten. We can win this. Now let's go!" After a group hug, Darien once again lifted Rosaria and carried her to her flyer. After putting Rosaria in her seat, Darien, Emily, and Jason got on their flyers as well.
Rosaria said a prayer to herself and then for but a moment, listened to her own heart beating. The referee walked to the booth, and held up a gun. He seemed to be moving so slowly, when in reality he was not. The sound of the gun going off, though expected, shocked Rosaria in a way. She went fast, immediately zooming into first place, Darien not far behind her steadily holding the third spot.
Rosaria could feel the sweat begin to drop down her face slowly. She was alert, watching for anyone who would sabotage her, when suddenly she saw in her mirror Jason and Emily get knocked off their flyer by another rider. This one also obviously a woman, kicked them off. The flyer automatically stopped when they fell off their seats. Emily let out a scream as her flesh met the hard ground. Jason tried to land on his feet, but they had been going too fast, and he fell on his back.
This racer was knocking everyone out, but Rosaria was smart enough to realize what was going on. 'She's making it look like it's all for the win, but I know what she's up to.' Rosaria thought to herself. The mystery rider made it to where Darien was, she tried to kick him, but with one arm, he grabbed her foot, and knocked her down. The woman's flyer, being a cheap model, did not stop itself, and went flying out of control in Rosaria's direction.
Rosaria closed her eyes, and zoomed up, avoiding the impact of the flyer. She flipped in the air and got immediately back into position to take the victory! The crowd cheered for them so loudly, it was deafening. Darien came in second, and Emily and Jason were just able to get back on the flyer and take ninth place. But it didn't matter, by the next race, Jason would have a flyer again, and they made it to the championships, which was the important part.
After the race, Darien pulled Rosaria aside. "That was the one who was trying to sabotage you, wasn't it?" Rosaria nodded silently. "I believe so." she said. "I did what I could, but by the time the race was over, she was gone. She got away." "It's all right. Think of it no longer. Everybody's ok, which is what is important." Darien smiled and hugged his best friend tightly. "Thank God for you!" he said.
Rosaria went back to the Emerald Palace, the thoughts of her victory in her mind as she flew, unable to escape it. When safely in her bed once more, Rosaria smiled. "I did it!" she said to herself. "The championship game is as good as ours." After that final whisper of confidence, Rosaria slipped into a peaceful slumber.
That's it! Chapter 2 of Act 1. How do you like it thus far? Good? Bad? I need to know people! E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com or give me a review, just don't forget to tell me what you think. Keep reading, more is coming!
~*Tori*~
Rosaria soared over the stadium, checking out the competition from above. They were very early, there were hardly any other racers there. They would get a good starting spot for sure. Rosaria swept down and met her friends. "I was just over the stadium." she said. "It's practically empty. Come on, let's go get our spots."
The four friends got starting spots right in front, an advantage in competitions like this. People began pouring into the stadium. Venders went around and sold food and beverages. There was one group of spectators, however, that seemed different. It was obviously not people from the outskirts, definitely not a part of the racing crowd. They sat there trying not to touch anything from fear of germs and infection, a stereotypical thought.
Rosaria frowned at this. "Darien," she said. "I'll be right back." Rosaria used her flyer and went up into the seats. Many people already knew her and where there to cheer Rosaria and her team on. People stopped her several times on her way to her desired destination to wish her and her team luck, but when she finally reached the three men, they gasped.
"Hello strangers!" she said kindly. "I'm Rosaria, leader of my team." After clearing his throat, one of the men nervously said, "And what do you call your team?" "My team is called the Thunderboltz. A lot of people are betting on us tonight, I suggest you do the same. However, I don't believe I've ever seen you here before. You must be new members of our glorious audience of fans! What are you doing here?"
"Well," said one of the men, looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "We got a tip yesterday from an anonymous caller. We're reporters for the Ozian Gazette. We were told that all of these races are for show, you know, all the racers are actors, and that a young princess is going to pretend to crash and die as a gimmick to get more people to come watch the races! Looking around, it seems as if they get enough people. But anyway we couldn't miss that." Rosaria's eyes widened.
"Sir, I assure you that every one of these races are real, and if a princess dies tonight, it is simply sabotage. Whoever made that call will try to kill the princess you speak of." "Can we quote you on that?" Rosaria nodded slowly, thinking about what she had said. 'Someone trying to kill me?' she thought. 'It can't be!'
"And what name should we put with this quote, miss?" Rosaria looked at the reporters again. "You tell your readers, that princess Rosaria Castine Callo of the Rose Kingdom spoke those words to you.....just before she and her team won this race." With open mouths and gasps, the reporters feverishly wrote down what Rosaria said, and she whisked over the crowd. When she was back with her friends, she told them what happened.
"Oh my God! Rosaria, what do we do?" asked Emily. "I'll be fine, you just race to win. Don't even think about it." The racers then had an hour to go eat before the race began. Darien picked Rosaria up off of her flyer and carried her to their table. They ate and talked strategy, and in the last moments, Rosaria gave her friends words of confidence to guide them through the race.
"No matter what, be swift. No one will be able to stand in your way if you truly want to win. If you don't make first place, don't worry about it! Just make sure that all three of you get into the top ten. We can win this. Now let's go!" After a group hug, Darien once again lifted Rosaria and carried her to her flyer. After putting Rosaria in her seat, Darien, Emily, and Jason got on their flyers as well.
Rosaria said a prayer to herself and then for but a moment, listened to her own heart beating. The referee walked to the booth, and held up a gun. He seemed to be moving so slowly, when in reality he was not. The sound of the gun going off, though expected, shocked Rosaria in a way. She went fast, immediately zooming into first place, Darien not far behind her steadily holding the third spot.
Rosaria could feel the sweat begin to drop down her face slowly. She was alert, watching for anyone who would sabotage her, when suddenly she saw in her mirror Jason and Emily get knocked off their flyer by another rider. This one also obviously a woman, kicked them off. The flyer automatically stopped when they fell off their seats. Emily let out a scream as her flesh met the hard ground. Jason tried to land on his feet, but they had been going too fast, and he fell on his back.
This racer was knocking everyone out, but Rosaria was smart enough to realize what was going on. 'She's making it look like it's all for the win, but I know what she's up to.' Rosaria thought to herself. The mystery rider made it to where Darien was, she tried to kick him, but with one arm, he grabbed her foot, and knocked her down. The woman's flyer, being a cheap model, did not stop itself, and went flying out of control in Rosaria's direction.
Rosaria closed her eyes, and zoomed up, avoiding the impact of the flyer. She flipped in the air and got immediately back into position to take the victory! The crowd cheered for them so loudly, it was deafening. Darien came in second, and Emily and Jason were just able to get back on the flyer and take ninth place. But it didn't matter, by the next race, Jason would have a flyer again, and they made it to the championships, which was the important part.
After the race, Darien pulled Rosaria aside. "That was the one who was trying to sabotage you, wasn't it?" Rosaria nodded silently. "I believe so." she said. "I did what I could, but by the time the race was over, she was gone. She got away." "It's all right. Think of it no longer. Everybody's ok, which is what is important." Darien smiled and hugged his best friend tightly. "Thank God for you!" he said.
Rosaria went back to the Emerald Palace, the thoughts of her victory in her mind as she flew, unable to escape it. When safely in her bed once more, Rosaria smiled. "I did it!" she said to herself. "The championship game is as good as ours." After that final whisper of confidence, Rosaria slipped into a peaceful slumber.
That's it! Chapter 2 of Act 1. How do you like it thus far? Good? Bad? I need to know people! E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com or give me a review, just don't forget to tell me what you think. Keep reading, more is coming!
~*Tori*~