The day had finally come

We were headed to the games.

So I snatched up my gear

I had practiced and trained.

We rolled through the city

And took in the sights.

Couldn't wait to get in

And start the fight!

The arena was massive

Biggest I'd seen

We had dreamed to get here

Me and my team

We were runners you see

Sprinting machines

And now I had made it

To the biggest screen

I braced my foot

Ready to fire

As the crowd roared

And canons blew fire

I took of with a flash

And flew down the track

Leaving the others behind me

And never looked back

I could see the line

That marked the finish

It was right there and I knew

I really could win this

Ducking my head

I pumped my feet harder

Gritted my teeth

And stifled laughter

I could see it all now

Taking first place

Determined I was

To win this race

I'd stand up so proud

A gold medal wearer

I crossed the finish

And tripped the torch bearer.

I am called Yarrow, by those who know me.  Allow me to enter my story for the record. Once every four years, the many nations of planet Foath send forth their greatest athletes to compete against each other in epic showdowns. Over the course of two weeks, the mighty athletes challenge one another in a multitude of events.

 This year, the XXXI Olympiad, King Adaleric has chosen me to represent my beloved nation of Soikoth in one of our most popular sports. The honor of being handpicked by my King is a high one, but the pressure to succeed is even higher. The Olympiad is unique in the sense that only one athlete in each event will stand victorious on the golden podium. All other competitors will perish. 

I, Yarrow, will represent Soikoth in the Dragon Dash. Against my competitors, we shall race our steeds to the top of Mount Buri, Foath's highest peak. Previously, there has been three heats for the Dragon Dash. I obviously managed to survive them all... so far. My hair has been singed off, almost completely, and I still smell of burnt flesh on certain parts of my body... all injuries inflicted by the flames of my opponents' steeds. 

The fury of a dragon's claw is also a real threat. My dragon sustained a gaping tear in the membrane of her wing during the last Dash, but I was able to patch her up well enough. Although we are both in excruciating pain, we must push forward. Fortunately, I am a skilled rider, renowned in Soikoth, and have trained my steed, Kysa, to obey me at the slightest touch. Two other riders remain, hailing from the nations of Rhoille and Zelivia, respectively. The final heat is about to commence. Kysa and I are ready as ever. Farewell, and wish me luck.