It seemed so long since he had withdrew from his herdlands to see the true world again. Now that the sun glimmered and washed the corrupt world into warmth. His grim hibernation had been completed. Simply over with, and the unicorn could then explore it's expanse again. The place where he would start, was with the familiar grounds around the hidden valley. He had been anxious to see light and views after the dimmed events that occurred for seasons. His spirit was lit up, as if it had been washed with warm feelings. He even had felt the need to invite others to join him on his little expedition. But then had froze when his mind circled around the coldness his fellow brethren gave to others. Even with the few friendly unicorns who were scattered around, he wouldn't find any yes's now. Not after what had happened after the invasions, he was one of the few who had failed completely. Being punished and grounded as if he were a child. He felt his anger bubbling inside just thinking about the stare the reaper had held on him like he was a piece of prey. Farenjer only didn't feel anger but anxiety, guilt, and even fear right then.

The stag kept his pace advancing his way through the area. Treading hooves making a soft thud as he trampled through the thin crust of snow. Icy orbs dropped to the terrain that surrounded him, held on the landscape beyond. Tendrils of bundled grass forced there way out, especially around the stunted tree's that scattered around. The skies were covered with spread out smoggy clouds, but did not keep away the sun that had little ago, returned to it's rightful place. Farenjer soon felt the soft beat of his feet treading to a harder sound, and his eyes rested on the sea cliffs before him. He had made his way to the end of his forward direction. At the edge of a vibrant and icy sea. It's waves lapping at the foot of the cliffs, swallowing and resurfacing rocks that stuck out from the bottom. He halted, casually steering his way to the edge. His head drooped down, and his ebony locks were caught in the salty winds, brushing on his face. His icy gaze met at the hungry waves below, and a sigh parted from his lips. The stallion stood rigid, his head lifting high to look at the endless view of ocean. He pondered what was out there, whether it be on land, or underwater.

Finally done with his sight viewing, he rested his gaze onto the cliffs that stood around him. Staring beyond all he could hear was the heavy waves pounding below. He backed away contently and a small smile drew on his face. It was exciting to see the world again, and that hope had come out in time. He felt that with the sun blocking out the light of day, it had been something to keep him from ever changing. Something to bound him into the darkness and never let him out. But as he stared on the cliff side at the skies now, he knew it was somewhat of a test to prove that he had hope and faith. That he wouldn't fall into it like he did so long ago. And that in these days it was a new beginning to earn the respect from his brethren.


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