Day 1
Unquenchable. Competitive thirst seeped into the air like steam from the hide of a thoroughbred after a 5 AM breeze. Eager hooves pawed at their stall doors, sharp clops echoing through the stable as steel shoe met concrete below. Among them, no two were quite the same. Between them, they were unified by desire to win. Fame and fortune came easier to some, while others struggled to even make a name for themselves locally. Green horses had arrived recently, joining the professional competitors in the barn... and a few schoolmasters had even begun working the ring again. Some found themselves more suited to discipline and others... destruction.
Head to head, hoof to hoof... friendly competition would rise to a pinnacle before it was clear that ill will ran amok. There was someones.... somethings?.... that wanted all the glory for themselves.
Through the day, horses kept finding themselves tripping up. A lost shoe here, a dropped pole there. It was unusual for a group of individuals that were usually so polished. Unfortunately for one, a familiar routine went awry today. A stunning white steed raced up an embankment, his dearest masked crusader seated safely in the saddle. Just as he had done hundreds of times before, the stallion reared up onto his hind legs, pawing to the sky above.
"Hi ho, Silver!" echoed across the fields... and just like that, the ground beneath began to crumble. Apparently the embankment had taken all it could after 86 years. The horse dropped to all fours and scrambled backwards, but it was too late. No more would they stop villainous deeds. They were last seen sliding down among the dirt, the valley below their final resting place.
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