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Thoughts still danced wildly in his head, not forming a clear shape. He could not believe, or understand, what had happened. Thin-Gloomy, being a lifetime pessimist hadn't seriously even dreamed of winning and there he was, holding the dragon trophy. Tears were running down his cheeks before he even realised it was happening. For the first time for years, Thin-Gloomy let other people see him weeping. All he cared about right then was his happiness.
He had never won as a child. He had been weaker and slower than the other children. If luck or his wits had given him victory over his playmates, they had taken his victory from him by accusing him of cheating. The same things had followed him to adulthood. He never won. Or if he won, he was a cheater. As time had went by, he had started believe himself to be a loser and a cheater.
This race had however taught him something. Standing there, tears on his cheeks and gripping the golden dragon not to let it fall, he had no doubt he was the winner. He knew he was and he knew he had not cheated. He never had.
He kissed the golden dragon trophy gently. It was key to his yet unforeseen future and he had never posessed such a beautiful and valuable item. But it was only the top of the iceberg of the tresures he was to possess some day.
For Thin-Gloomy, the adventure had only just begun.
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