//------------------------------// // The Running Dragon // Story: R.A.C.E // by Spike DrakeStar9 //------------------------------// New day, new opportunities for the new world, in a part of the great desert, inside an abandoned barn, sits a Dragon with deep purple scales, light springbud gray underbelly, light lime green fins and moderately harlequin sharp beaks. He begins to wake up with a moment of light that hits his face, beginning to open his moderate pistachio-colored eyes. He gets up from his bed and begins to dress in a black T-shirt along with a brown leather jacket, blue jeans and brown boots. This is Spike Drake, known to many as "Hazzard Boy". "Very good, new day to run and survive", said the young Dragon leaving his room. On the other side, the barn is reinforced to withstand sandstorms and the passage of time, it is well equipped, it has a kitchen, a living room and a garage on the other side. He goes to the kitchen and lights a stove with her fire, since he doesn't have gas to turn things on, he puts a frying pan and some eggs, then he heats the water and makes coffee. "I think today is the day to go to the small community", he said to himself as he waited for the water to heat up. After that, the coffee is served and he begins to eat breakfast in complete silence, only accompanied by the whispers of the winds and the murmurs of the wood around him. Later he begins to organize everything and go to the garage, turning on the lights and finding a General Lee modified for off-road. He opens the door and starts his car, getting out and starting to run through the desert and goes towards the small community he mentioned, for the meantime, he turns on the radio, listening to the same announcer as always. "Good morning, Ponys and Dragons, this is Crash FM, this is your favorite announcer: Discord, today the Pegasi confirmed sandstorms that will devastate all those who are not well sheltered and sand tornadoes that will throw giant rocks at you, haha". "Hehehe, that Discord always in a good mood", he chuckled while looking at a group of houses in the middle of nowhere. They were built 5 years ago, since then it has been a meeting point to buy food, weapons or scrap metal for cars. He parks and gets out, walking and seeing the different houses, clubs and bars that the place offers, he only approaches a food stall and is greeted by a 17 years old Pony with bright red hair. "Good morning, Mr. Runner. What's on offer?" Asked the young woman. "Please, don't tell me sir, I'm barely 20 years old. Regarding what's offered to me, I'd like some apple pies and those fritters too", he asked the girl, who begins to put the order in a bag. "Are you a R.A.C.E runner?" This question caught the Dragon off guard, wondering how she knew: "Please, I know a runner when I see one". "Nice girl, hehe. Yes, I'm a racer for R.A.C.E but I haven't gone yet", he replied as he paid her and took the bag. "Well, the races will start soon, but there are also small events for those who want a more... Normal experience", she recommended before leaving. "Thank you. What is your name?" Question that was quickly answered: "Applebloom Daniels, but they know me by a nickname: The Shield", she replied with a smile. "I'm Spike Drake, known as: Hazzard Boy", he told her his name and his nickname, surely he would meet her later. Spike gets back in his car and puts away what he bought to go to a butcher shop and buy some meat and then straight home, but on the way, an armed van, truck and convertible follow him. He just rolls his eyes and smiles showing his sharp fangs and quickly advances, making the others also advance, soon the truck activates a turret in the trunk and starts shooting, but the Dragon zigzags, escaping from the bullets. Soon everyone looks ahead and sees the sandstorm along with some tornadoes. He just keeps going, getting into the eye of the storm, the truck pulls in front of him, the convertible car to the right and the van to the left, the young Dragon waits for the right moment and... He hits the parking brake, causing them to crash. The tornadoes do their thing and drag the black truck, causing it to fly and fall upside down, almost crushing all 3 of them, but they are saved and continue. Already wanting this to be over, he runs into a tornado and on cue, hits the parking brake and skids left, causing the truck to be sucked up and thrown away, goes straight back and goes through 2 tornadoes in 6th gear, his last pursuer wasn't so lucky. "Haha! That was fun, well, maybe 3 racers just died but what", he said as he made his way out of the storm and home safely, going into his garage and turning off the engine. He walks out with the bags and leaves them in his fridge, grabbing a bottle of apple cider on the way and turning on a small radio as he stretches out on his couch. "Okay, here we are back, drones have caught a chase between an orange Dodge Charger and 3 armored vehicles, The Dukes Of Hazzard is definitely here to stay with the help of this General Lee driver". "Wow, I'm famous, hehe", he said to himself with a laugh, watching the sun go down to give way to the moon and the starry night, thus ending today.