Capítulo 6: WHO IS THE WINNER?!!

Professor Elanour, her face an unreadable mask, stood at the starting line. "On your marks…" she boomed, her voice cutting through the pre-race chatter. Aeon took a deep breath, his mind racing with improbable plans to sabotage the race. Unfortunately, none of these schemes factored in the athletes' ethical compass. A gunshot shattered the silence, and the race was on. Amelia shot off the line like a cheetah, leaving the rest of the pack in her dust. Layla, a strong distance runner herself, settled into a steady pace, her eyes fixed on Amelia's back. Alex, surprisingly, remained at the back, a sly smile playing on his lips. Aeon, however, was in a world of hurt. His lungs burned, his legs felt like lead weights, and his thoughts of being like Alex at creating carefully crafted plans of making someone trip Amelia quickly dissolved into a puddle of sweat and self-loathing. Just then, a booming voice cut through his misery. "Looks like someone overestimated their tactical brilliance," Maya Sharma said, effortlessly gliding past him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Aeon could only manage a weak groan in response. Maya, despite her lack of experience in long-distance running, possessed surprising stamina. Her chess training, emphasizing resource management, seemed to translate well into pacing herself for the race. The race unfolded into a captivating battle. Amelia, though still in the lead, showed signs of fatigue with each stride. Layla, sensing an opportunity, began to close the gap, her competitive spirit burning bright. Alex, the opportunist, remained near the back, seemingly waiting for the right moment to strike. Aeon, fueled by a mix of desperation and a nascent competitive fire, dug deep. He wouldn't finish last, not without a fight. He pushed himself beyond his perceived limits, his initial plans of manipulation forgotten as the primal urge to compete took over. The final lap was a blur of pain and exhilaration. The roar of the crowd became a constant hum, the cheers of his teammates a distant echo. Amelia, her lead crumbling, dug deep for a final burst of speed. Layla, right behind her, mirrored her effort, their legs churning in a desperate bid for victory.As they rounded the final bend, the crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers. Amelia and Layla were neck-and-neck, a photo finish almost guaranteed. But suddenly, a blur materialized from behind them. Aeon, fueled by a surge of unexpected energy, launched into an impossible surge of speed. His lanky frame, propelled by a surge of raw willpower, shot past both Amelia and Layla, leaving them in his wake. The shock was instantaneous. Amelia and Layla, their eyes wide with disbelief, momentarily faltered. But within a heartbeat, a primal competitive fire reignited in their eyes. How dare this unexpected challenger steal the glory? No way! With a renewed ferocity, both Amelia and Layla dug deep into their reserves of energy. Their strides lengthened, their muscles screamed in protest, but they refused to let Aeon take this from them. The crowd, initially stunned, erupted in a frenzy of renewed cheers. The final stretch became a desperate three-way sprint towards the finish line.The final few meters were a blur of motion. Amelia, fueled by a burning desire to reclaim the lead, unleashed a final, earth-shattering kick. Her legs pistons, she surged forward, the finish line mere inches away. But just as her hand grazed the tape, a blinding flash of movement shot past her shoulder. It was Aeon, his face contorted in a grimace of exertion, his body a blur of motion.Like a meteor streaking across the twilight sky, Aeon crossed the finish line in a dead heat with Amelia. Both runners collapsed onto the track, gasping for air, their chests heaving with exhaustion. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the official results. The tension was so thick it could be sliced with a knife.Finally, the judges huddled around a monitor, scrutinizing the high-definition footage