Families gave their final instructions as youths rushed toward the racecourse to choose their mounts. Hooves thundered, banners flapped, excitement and fear braided in the air.
Luna's face hardened like tempered steel.
"Father, I will not fail," she vowed.
Her voice trembled with desperation.
This is my last chance.
If she performed poorly today, her future—already crumbling—would be reduced to dust.
General Helius nodded slightly. Though he originally hoped both his daughter and Icarus would bring glory to the general's manor, now only Luna could compete.
"The general's reputation is being discussed everywhere," he said gravely. "If you earn a top-three position, everything will stabilize again."
He placed a hand on her shoulder and forced a smile.
"Go. Perform well."
Luna clenched her fists until her nails pierced her palms.
Among the younger generation present, very few could truly contend with Luna. Her path to the top three looked practically paved.
