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The elegant white arabian stood at the top of the cliff, gazing into the hot rays of the enlarged sun. She was silent. The sun would burn up everything in her home. It did the same thing every year for the past 100 years. She knew. She was there. She was born 100 years ago and remembered every single Heat Race. She was an immortal, along with her older brother Crillic. He has only seen a few more Heat Races than her. Both have seen too much death and suffered too much loss. They became less and less social as each passing Heat Race burnt another hole into their heart.

"Ariandae?"

The gentle, baritone voice rang in behind her. She turned her head to the view of her mirrored sibling. She turned back to the sun as he spoke again.

"It's about that time again?"

The well-toned hessian came beside his younger sister's petite form. He, too, looked into the nearing sun. Ariandae turned her back to the sun, lowering her head in sorrow as past Heat Race memories invaded her peaceful thougts, crowding and twisting her burnt mind. She spoke through choking tears.

"Just a matter of minutes."

Crillic turned his back from the sun as well, feeling sympathy for his sister. He knew the pain she had gone through, not yet used to the amount of loss she would suffer again this year. He, too felt the same pain as his sister. To relieve both him and his sister from painful memories of the past, he decided to make some fun of this year's Heat Race experience. He moved a few steps in front of his sister.

"Come on. I'll race you."

So the race began.

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