Tangle Hoofwild pressed her hooves against the cracked stone wall and peered through the arena gates. Inside, racers crashed into each other at deadly speeds. Her wings trembled with excitement. One day she would win the Blazing Trials and prove she belonged here. She pulled back from the gates and trotted toward the edge of town. Behind an old warehouse, she found what she'd been searching for. A rusty practice track stretched across the dusty ground. The metal rails sagged in places. Faded white lines barely showed through years of grime. Tangle stepped onto the starting line and felt her heart pound. This was where she'd begin. Every champion started somewhere, and this broken-down track would teach her speed. She crouched low and launched forward. Her hooves hit the ground hard as she rounded the first turn.