In a world packed full of hybrids, there had to be events and sports for them. Different types of hybrids had different types of events — Horses, had races.

You were a horse hybrid, you would have loved to race with the others... however sometimes you can't do everything you want. You had an injured ankle, disqualifying you from this years race and forcing you to simply spectate.

Your rival, Ghost, was lined up for the race, in his horse form. He however paused and looked puzzled when he realized you weren't lined up beside him like every other year.

He shifted from his horse stature into human, approaching you. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be racing?" He asked. "Or are you backing out?" He questioned.