Devon's Pride

His first race was a disaster. There was six of us, we stayed in third, and when the others made there move, there was no where for us to go! So... we got fifth. I'd been doing some research on Kaden, and found that his father, Hail To Prince was a fantastic turf racer. He stood at a whopping seventeen hands high, and was a Grade One Racer. He was well known for his participating in the Fast And Furious Stakes. He placed second the first year, won it the second year, and second in the third and fourth running of the race. Kaden's personality traits were almost identical. Hail To Prince was known for being an odd colt who wasn't afraid to lash out if he got annoyed with something. As for Kaden, he's an interesting colt... who also isn't afraid to lash out. Though father and son never met, it's always interesting to see the personality traits. Hail To Prince was definitely an amazing turf horse. We hadn't seen a lot of him recently... I was beginning to wonder where he was currently.

I'd also learnt that through his dam, Kaden was a half brother to G1 runner, Lawliet's Girl. She was a beautiful mare... she was definitely a stunner. I don't know how she was grey... must've been some genes passed down, as her mother was black, and her father was chestnut. Bluebell Sonnet had a bit of an ordeal in her racing career, suffering a very nasty blow, causing two hairline fractures, removal of an eye, and a limping foreleg. She hadn't been so lucky, but she was definitely a beauty, and also being black, the genes passed down to this lucky boy. You're beautiful, aren't you? I said, poking my head in, before carrying my saddle and bridle in. I tacked him up very quickly and as I'd already got my stuff, I picked up my crop as I lead him out. My jet black hair matched Kaden almost exactly.

I mounted up, and walked the colt on to the track, hoping today would be the lucky win that we needed to get to Grade 5. As we'd started our season as a three year old, I believed it was time that we raced until the end of our six year old career, no matter how bad the Devon x Bell colt did. He was up for it. As he got into the track, he began to toss his head up and down and jog on the spot. He was very fiesty, and began to chomp at the bit. I'd read the notice board, that Kaden was to break from the gate at five furlongs, and gallop fast down the home stretch. I smiled and trotted him energetically towards the starting gate. The colt flicked his toes out very nicely, pricking his ears and tossing his head still. As we approached the gate, we broke into a canter, and did a big circle over the turf before steadying up towards the gate.

Kaden hesitated a little bit as he was loaded into the gate. I patted his neck when he loaded, and smiled. Good boy,. The bell rang and Kaden broke quickly and smoothly. His muscles rippled underneath his black coat, and I smiled, pushing him forward a little bit more. He began to stretch out as we entered the home turn, so we'd be at full throttle as we entered the home stretch. I pushed him forward, my arms reaching as far as they would go. The colt pinned his ears, and stretched his neck out as he covered an incredible amount of turf passing the two. My crop rose and fell on his rump and we flew under the wire. I relaxed and patted him. Good boy, we were ready to take on Alice on Union Jaque, Cosmic Warfare, and Wannado Voodoo.