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Scar looked up longingly as he spectated the chariot race from below, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with his wheels as if he had the urge to do something but knew well that he wasn’t actually capable of doing anything but to stay in place.
He gaped in wonder as Grian and Mumbo effortlessly dodged and flew around the skies, sometimes shutting his eyes and flinching when he saw them take an arrow from an adrenaline-high Skizz on another chariot.
If he looks closer, he would see that Mumbo was anxiously muttering to himself while also half-screaming and half-laughing at Grian to stop annoying Ren and Cleo enough to be targeted as neither one of them had the actual capability of returning their violent attacks. Not that Grian seemed to listen as he cackled like a maniac and continued to throw colorful smoke bombs into the other competitor’s faces.
It looked like a difficult battle. A fun, difficult battle.
Scar flexed his fingers eagerly.
He wanted to join them. But no matter how much he wished, he knows he’s not fit for the skies. He’s not even fit for the ground!
Scar’s expression took on a more solemn turn as the chariots slowly got further and further away, probably to finally do the racing part of the competition and get to the finish line on the other side. The only thing that had him slightly smiling was the sight of Grian and Mumbo excitedly flying ahead of everyone. It was obvious they’d win if they kept at it.
That is, until they suddenly stopped mid-air and let everyone pass by them, causing Scar to widen his eyes in disbelief and confusion. What are they doing?
He expressed his confusion with a look towards Grian and Mumbo in the sky, who had turned to look down at him with a determined look. When they had met eyes, Mumbo pulled on the reins of their pegasi and their chariot roughly landed nearby Scar, who had to wheel himself back with a fearful squeak so as to not be run over.
The two chariot racers were then on the move, Grian went to get a hold of the reins while Mumbo jogged over to the boy on the wheelchair with his arms out, “Come on, Scar! We gotta win the race!”
Scar blinked confusingly. Win the race? But they were literally down here with hi–
“Huh-? Weh- WHAT-” he yelped and sputtered in confusion as Mumbo took him and carried him up in his arms. Scar felt dizzy from overwhelming confusion as he was hurriedly carried to the chariot, kept secured in Mumbo’s arms.
The unclaimed demigod looked over to Grian for answers to his unsaid questions, but the son of Hermes was also equally as unhelpful with explaining and only flashed a mischievous grin in response, “Hold on tight!”
Then the chariot was off to the skies again, with Scar in tow this time, the same Scar who thought he wouldn't be able to even find himself up here. He couldn't help but scream. Grian and Mumbo laughed gleefully the entire way, they may be determinedly half-busy trying to catch up to everyone else, but they were also going at a pace that wouldn't possibly hurt Scar.
Scar did eventually get over his initial surprise and fear, slowly giggling more and more when he realized; oh gods, I'm flying. I'm up here.
And when they were able to catch up to the others, who seemed surprised at the sight of Scar clinging onto Mumbo but quickly and willingly included him into the race anyway, Scar felt like he wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
Whether the three had won that race or not? I’m not telling you, but Scar definitely felt like a winner being in the company of his loved ones in the freedom of the winds and skies.