The Race

Sir-Lady Derdrom was standing next to Newgrange, on her chariot with her steed, for she had received a challenge; which said to meet her at Newgrange.

" What is taking so long?... " said Derdrom, as she had been waiting for a bit, and that was when she saw a rider heading towards her.

Sir-Lady Derdrom immediately knew who it was; it was Monsieur Renaud, on his horse- Bayard.

" You got quite the big balls, to issue a challenge against me " said Derdrom.

" And yet, you came " said Monsieur Renaud with a smile.

Sir-Lady Derdrom just let out a giggle, she then noticed Froberge- Monsieur Renaud's sword.

" You sure that you don't want a sword fight? " said Derdrom with a smirk.

" I am sure " said Renaud, as he positioned himself next to Derdrom's chariot.

Both riders were now ready, as they let out these war-cries;

" Be brave and ride like the wind, Bayard! "

" Let us end them, Man o' War! "

The race now began, and as some of you have guessed, the race was taking place around Newgrange.

There was no cheating or foul play, for they were both knights.

As the laps became many, both the riders and horses sweat together, and all of them still had more than enough to pull from.

The horses ran, and ran, and RAN!

Both riders were neck and neck, but that was when they both realized;

" We never agreed on how many laps we would take… "

Sir-Lady Derdrom and Monsieur Renaud now halted their steeds.

They both looked at one another, and both knew that their horses were exhausted.

" Draw? " said Monsieur Renaud.

" Draw " said Sir-Lady Derdrom with a sweaty-smile.

Both riders now returned home, while looking forward to the next race.