It is silent in the early morning dawn. I am surrounded by faint shadows of horse legends, long gone. Astride their magnificant mounts are the jokeys of yesteryear, sitting tall and proud and solemn....waiting. I shiver, partly in fear at the shadows and partly due to the chill. I look to the right and see Mano and the entire Vermont Delegation. I look to the left and see delegates from all the other 19 Equinic Tracks. I am reassured and feel safe in the midst of such strength.



I hear Mikes voice break the hush. "The Flame announces the arrival of the 4Th Equinic Games. Althetes will face each other under the banner of Sportsmanship and respect. "


flame Chilcoat kneels, dressed in the White of the High Priestess. She utters a short prayer to Apollo. Her fingers tremble slightly as they clasp the torch, waiting for the sun's rays to catch the reflection from the parabolic mirror to give birth to the 'Fire from the Sky".

Continued