As I ride my black steed, I can see his energy level dancing higher and higher.

    I can feel his heart beating faster each time his hooves hit the ground, and I know that he will dance a high that he has not for a long time.
    
     I smirk knowing the outcome, no one knows him like I do. He explodes into a fast canter and leaps like a frog into the air.

       The trainer looks horrified, and the adults watching the arena stare wide eyed in shock.

       He leaps and bucks, but I do not waver in my actions. When he breaks down to the trot I shove him back into the canter and he again leaps and bucks in protest. He again tries to break and I ask harder, he grunts and bucks but I stay on steady.

    Eventually, my black steed gives in, I smirk and give a small laugh. The trainer seems stumped as to why I didn't follow his advice.

     No one knows the black steed better than I do. The adults around the arena talk excitedly to my mom, and she is not fazed, she is used to this.

      The trainer, he tries to change my ways, but unless my true trainer tells me to do so, I will let each word slip right out the back door.

      I know I shall remain the champion of the black steed, and no one will ever love him the way I do.