The Starting Gate Affair - part 3

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The days turned into weeks as Illya followed the program laid out for him. He was consuming the shakes every day, three times a day, with only vegetables and fruit in between. The shakes contained the essential protein and carbohydrates necessary to keep him going, and amazingly he felt really good. His energy never waned and for the most part he wasn’t hungry. Anytime he wanted to eat there were fresh vegetables for him to munch on, or fruit… lots of fruit.

The riding schedule was grueling, though. He was out at the farm by six in the morning, every morning. The early morning workouts were essential for both him and the horse, and Dawn’s Tomorrow was a horse with a mission. At only two years old, he was at the beginning of his career, and if he hadn’t been an impressive eighteen hands Illya would have dwarfed the grey stallion.
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The Starting Gate Affair - part 3

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The days turned into weeks as Illya followed the program laid out for him. He was consuming the shakes every day, three times a day, with only vegetables and fruit in between. The shakes contained the essential protein and carbohydrates necessary to keep him going, and amazingly he felt really good. His energy never waned and for the most part he wasn’t hungry. Anytime he wanted to eat there were fresh vegetables for him to munch on, or fruit… lots of fruit.

The riding schedule was grueling, though. He was out at the farm by six in the morning, every morning. The early morning workouts were essential for both him and the horse, and Dawn’s Tomorrow was a horse with a mission. At only two years old, he was at the beginning of his career, and if he hadn’t been an impressive eighteen hands Illya would have dwarfed the grey stallion.
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Old Things - more of it

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It started Here
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Napoleon held his candle close to the stone wall in front of him, his frustration mounting as he tried to decipher the words that had been scratched into the brick. Beside the large X was something faintly like…

“Crylic.” Napoleon said it aloud, a whisper that nearly blew out his flame.

It had to be Illya’s doing, and it was meant for Napoleon. This was the code they had agreed upon, and it meant that the Russian was near by.

At least Napoleon knew he was in the right place, that Illya had definitely been here.

“Be here, Illya. Please.”

Old Things - more of it

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It started Here
~~~~~:

Napoleon held his candle close to the stone wall in front of him, his frustration mounting as he tried to decipher the words that had been scratched into the brick. Beside the large X was something faintly like…

“Crylic.” Napoleon said it aloud, a whisper that nearly blew out his flame.

It had to be Illya’s doing, and it was meant for Napoleon. This was the code they had agreed upon, and it meant that the Russian was near by.

At least Napoleon knew he was in the right place, that Illya had definitely been here.

“Be here, Illya. Please.”