You had loved horses since you were a kid, and when your parents finally agreed to get you one, you named it 'Atreides.'

You and Atreides were getting ready in the stables. You in your riding gear, was a perfect combination. Atreides‘ black fur with the blue, was also a perfect fit. You noticed a person sitting by the fence, watching you. You played it off and continued.

Then, you finally got the courage and looked at the person.

You saw Tom. Your biggest rival.