My Sweet Victory - Part 10 - The End
 By MySweetButterfly   •   10th May 2012   •   2,897 views   •   16 comments
My Sweet Victory

I rode Victory out onto the race track. I was wearing my new jockey silks and Victory was in his smart white bridle and racing saddle. The time had come. The vet had given us the all clear and Victory was dancing across the track in excitement. I gave a firm pull on the rains, “No boy,” Deep down, I was just as excited as he was, but I had to keep calm or Victory would get out of control.

I glanced around nervously at our competition. Many of the other horses were taller than Victory and all the other jockeys, I noticed, were male. They all looked much more experienced than us and suddenly I regretted doing this. A reassuring whinny came from Victory, as if to say, “Hey! We’re not quitting now!” he was right. We’d come so far and I was not going to give up now. I gathered up the reins and headed for the starting gate. Most of the other race entrants were already there.

I glanced over at the crowd; it wasn’t a huge race, the crowd was mainly made up of horse dealers and trainers, looking for good horses. We were number 6, my lucky number, and there were 10 other horses in the race.

“Hello and welcome to the 22nd Horse Racing Association Monthly Race Meeting at Clear View Downs,” I listened as me and Victory and the other race entrants were shut in the starting gates, “Number 2 is Pull Up My Socks, ridden by Alex Moor. This fine young mare is the only mare in the race...” He was blabbing on about each of the horses, I wanted to shout, “Just start already!” but if I did, I could be disqualified. Finally he reached me and Victory, “Number Six is Livin’ The Victory, ridden by Bella Clovers! The only female jockey in the race and the youngest too! This is her and her horse’s first race, but the question is, how will she cope against all these more experienced male jockeys?”

Finally, the commentator finished introducing all the horses and jockeys and we were set to start.

“Three, Two, One!” a loud gunshot rang and the gates sprang open. Victory launched forward and into the race. We rode roughly in the middle of the pack of horses and I could tell this was going to be a tough race. All the horses were pretty fast I noted as we galloped round the track. It was a 2 lap race of a 1 mile track and by now we were about a quarter of the way around.

We were going to have to make our move soon. I brought Victory round to the outside of the clump of horses and urged him on into a slightly faster gallop. So far, things were looking good. We were behind 5 horses now; Dollar Run, Genuine Risk, Dream Weaver, Perfection and Pull Up My Socks.

I smiled; we were approaching the 2nd lap and Victory was showing no sign of tiring. We entered the 2nd lap, Dollar Run in the lead, shortly followed by Dream Weaver, Genuine Risk and Perfection. I was neck and neck with Pull Up My Socks, a light bay Thoroughbred stallion. I could see my Dad cheering from the side of the track along with some other spectators, their eyes firmly fixed on me and Victory.

I wonder if Dylan is watching. The thought of him watching us re-sparked the fire and I was more determined than ever, “Come on boy,” I whispered to Victory and urged him forwards, overtaking Pull Up My Socks. Only 4 horses in front and half a lap of track left.

“It’s time to shine,” I told Victory.

We rocketed forward, overtaking Perfection, Genuine Risk and Dream Weaver. Only one horse stood in our path now; Dollar Run. We were neck and neck; and rapidly approaching the finishing line. My heart was soaring and I could tell Victory’s was too. I could hear Dylan’s voice, ringing in my ears, “You’re destined for great thing. Go prove the world what you’ve got.” My dad was screaming from the track side, and If my mom had been here too, she would’ve been exactly the same.

We crossed the finishing line, half a second in front of Dollar Run.

We had won.

I felt like telling the whole world; screaming as loudly as I could, “We’ve won!” I slowed Victory down to a gentle walk and bathed in the glory. Victory’s neck was drenched with sweat and he was puffing, but I could tell, he was just as happy as I was.

My dad, as the official owner of Victory was allowed onto the track and he came running over, tears in his eyes, “Well done honey,” he struggled to say through the flood of tears. One of the spectators who had been standing with my Dad approached me, “Well Done,” he said, examining Victory closely, “I would like to make an offer for your horse here.”

“No,” I said in a surprisingly fierce voice, “he will never be yours, because he is my sweet victory; one that I’ll hold onto forever.”
Faith forever  
Just amazing!
  56 days ago  •  2,245 views
Sapphire Flames  
wow.............great ending!!!!!!! :D. i almost cried myself.:)
  56 days ago  •  2,250 views
Makaela Marie  
An amazing ending to your amazing series! I want more! xD
  55 days ago  •  2,304 views
great story!!!!! you should make a second one!
  55 days ago  •  2,493 views
Run Free  
wow that was amazing to say the least .. please tell me there is a sequal
  55 days ago  •  2,346 views
Deleted Accounts  
just amazing, been such a good series
  55 days ago  •  2,293 views
Yay!! Great ending!
  54 days ago  •  2,543 views
Hoping for more though! :)
  54 days ago  •  2,429 views
What a brilliant ending! I can't wait for the sequel :D
  54 days ago  •  2,269 views
Doodles Forever  
Why did it have to end? D:
  54 days ago  •  2,265 views
Love Forever  
  53 days ago  •  2,246 views
RoyalCrownEstates  MOD 
Great job! I really enjoyed this!
  51 days ago  •  2,287 views
This story is just amazing, brovo brova!!!!:)
  51 days ago  •  2,511 views
Sky Caballos  
OMG!! Best story ever!!!!!!!!
  45 days ago  •  2,267 views
Double Spur Ranch  
Good job!!!!
  34 days ago  •  2,268 views
Love Forever  
THEY WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WOOHOO!!!
  25 days ago  •  2,259 views
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