Third Person POV

Champion woke up the next morning and slowly blinked. All his memories came flooding back. Warrior was dead and Wind was obviously the culprit in this case. It all fit together perfectly. Warrior was a billion-dollar racing champion, and Wind had been jealous, in this case, very jealous.

Champion flicked his tail and nipped Star's mane affectionately. As he lowered his neck to graze he caught a glimpse of Bloodmoon eyeing him and Star together. The colt quickly looked away and cantered off to the far side of the pasture. It suddenly became clear to Champion that Bloodmoon would never be his friend again. He wanted Star, but Star had chosen Champion, never even acknowledging his affections.

-/-/- Another Year Later -/-/-

Finally the day came when Champion was officially a two-year old colt. He no longer had to graze in a yearling pasture, but a stallion's solitary pasture. And he was no longer stabled in a yearling stable with other fillies and colts, but a stallion's stable along with more experienced stallions. But most importantly, he had finished his, or at least the more difficult stage of being introduced to the world of racing. Now he would begin racing other two-year olds on the track, then be entered in a real race!

Champion woke up one morning in the stallion stable. He whinnied loudly in excitement, for today was his debut tow-year old race! It wasn't going to be an actual race, just on Margie's track. He heard footsteps walking down the corridor and leaned out over his stall door; Janee, smiling cheerfully, with Margie right behind her. Champion nickered eagerly as the two stopped in front of his stall and Margie patted his head. Janee smiled and opened her mouth to speak, "He'll be just great on the track, Marge."

Margie grinned back and replied, while haltering Champion, "I sure hope so…if he has just half of Warrior's…" she paused for a moment and took a breath, "Warrior's talent, then he should be amazing."

After being groomed and tacked up Champion was led out towards the track with Margie leading him, and Janee following excitedly. Champion threw up his head and looked around the track. Meadow Star was being loaded into the starting gates, Bloodmoon had already been loaded and was glaring at Champion and snorting, Speed Demon was letting his hand mount him so he could be loaded, and the other two two-year olds, Wind and Snowstorm, a filly, were patiently waiting inside the gates.

Margie halted Champion and lifted herself into the flat, racing saddle. Janee patted Champion's neck then walked towards the railings of the track. Margie reined Champion towards the gates where the other horses were whinnying impatiently. Champion pricked his ears nervously as all the commotion made him feel uneasy. He didn't want to walk into the gates. Yes, he had done it before, but now it was different; there were other horses in the gates as well, making him uncomfortable. He stamped his hoof down into the soft track soil. Margie leaned over his neck and stroked his neck gently, muttering soothing words into his delicate ears. Champion relaxed after a minute, then Margie asked him to walk into the gates again. He tensed up again but walked forward. Margie had asked him as nicely as possible, now he had to face his far. He stepped into the small box-like enclosure and heard the gates slam shut behind him, making him tingle nervously. He heard another horse whinny anxiously, he thought it was Star. He wanted to comfort her but he couldn't get out of the dreadful contraption in which he was standing. Suddenly the gates flew open and Champion felt like he was in a daze. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear pounding hooves along with his own. Without even trying he had automatically galloped out of the gates when they opened. Now, as he looked at his position on the field, he saw that he was in third position, with Star and Snow leading. Wind and Bloodmoon were right behind him, with Speed Demon taking up the rear. Instinctively Champion wanted to gallop ahead and get in front of the two leading fillies, but Margie held a firm grip on the reins, knowing what he would want to do. Half-way around the track he could tolerate the position no longer. He jerked his head up and flung his legs out farther and farther each stride. Margie tried to suppress a frustrated grunt and yanked the reins back towards her, forcing Champion to lower his head again. But he had managed to catch up to Star, in second position, during the brief break-away. Now he was three-fourths of the way around the track. He was about to give-up trying to overtake the fillies when Margie loosened her grip on the reins. Champion immediately surged forward, easily passing both Star and Snow.

As he approached the finish-line he heard the sound of on-coming hooves behind him. He wanted to look back and see who it was, but he knew he could put himself off-balance. The hooves were getting closer, and he could stand it no longer. He turned his head to see Wind pounding along his flank. He bared his teeth to snap, but lost his balance and tripped over his hooves. He fell forward and rolled onto his side as the rest of the horses flew past him. Margie had managed to jump off of him when he fell and was now beside him, checking for injuries. Champion sighed. He could feel no pain from the fall at all. But as Margie finished checking him, anger boiled up inside of him. He jerked himself up and stood panting as he glared at the winner. Wind reared up excitedly and neighed. His neigh sounded so familiar. Then he his eyes widened angrily. Warrior had been Wind's father as well.

He shook his mane disgustedly as he thought of how Wind had murdered his own father. How could he do it? Just then he saw that Bloodmoon had come in second place. He was going to go and congratulate him, but as he took one step forward, Bloodmoon turned his head and glared menacingly at Champion. Champion tilted his head, trying to understand why his ex-friend couldn't get over the fact that Star hadn't chosen him.

Margie grabbed Champion's reins and sighed. "It's alright boy…you just had a little trip. All horses do sometime in their career…I think." Champion nudged her warmly and heard Janee rushing towards them. She stopped beside Champion with worried eyes. "He's okay Janee." Margie said. The wild dancing look disappeared from Janee's eyes and she sighed in relief. Then she patted Champion's flank and stroked her hand along his back.

Star's hand walked towards Margie and the two talked for a minute. Meanwhile, it gave Champion and Star a chance to talk.

"I came in third!" she nickered happily. Champion horse-smiled; he hadn't even paid attention to how his friend had done. "That's great Star." She gave a sympathetic look. "Your trip was only bad luck…you sure were awesome before it." Champion warmed under the compliment and nuzzled the filly thankfully. Star's hand started leading her away and Margie also led Champion back towards the stallion's stable. As he was being led away, he caught one more glimpse of Wind and a few other horses congratulating him. He narrowed his eyes. "You'll pay."

A/N: Another chappie phor all to enjoy! XD It's not as long as the rest…but it'll do. I think. Okay…review replies:

Skitty 2004: You know…I just realized you should change your name to Skitty 2006. XD

Horsie890: yeah…Warrior's death is pretty tragic…but there is no way phor his legacy to continue if he is still alive. Lol

CrazySparkles: Yes, yes, lot's of mystery. Of course I know the answer to it all. XD Thanx phor the compliments. And I would put the story of the left phormat side…but it's been centered phor the rest of the story so it would be weird to just change it in the middle…

Thanx everyone, three whole reviews. XD