Dusty and Vinyl went to register for the competition, while I was in charge of getting a front row seat, so I could look at Vinyl, smile at her, hoping that she would win it all, even though she barely had any practice or preparation. Nevertheless, I believed in her, believed that she would come out of this …show more content…
She was like a fierce shark, roaming for prey. Within twelve minutes, Vinyl had defeated her opponent and advanced to the semifinals. I had wanted to go and congratulate her for her win, but spectators were prohibited from contacting the competitors for the prospect of cheating.
Now, currently, Vinyl was seated on a bench, not too far from the tables. We exchanged smiles and even kisses. I didn’t care if I looked silly, though. I only cared about Vinyl’s being.
Soon, the semifinals began, and my eyes were glued to Vinyl. To her luck, she wasn’t going up against the champion. She was playing a pony named Icicle Spears, a stallion regarded as a well-renowned chess player back in his day. Vinyl was thinking hard, her hoof rubbing her chin. I could tell that she had a plan already laid out to defeat her opponent. Within six minutes, Vinyl had accumulated a few pawns, a room, two knights, and a bishop from her opponent, while he had a couple pawns, one knight, and one rook.
I kept stealing glances between them, wondered what Icicle had planned for her. They were coming down all over the place now: Vinyl was advancing her knights and rooks, while Icicle advanced his pawns to charge forward. My eyes kept wandering over Vinyl, still thinking intuitively of the next move she should