They had found them - everyone they had been looking for and more - before they ever reached Nocturne. In truth, they had settled somewhere halfway between there and Helovia, in a rather peaceful place it seemed. Not that Miykael would have expected any different from his parents; Kastiel and Marlena would never settle their family somewhere dangerous when given the choice. His twins had grown and were just as brazen as ever - they had warrior hearts; a trait from their mother, no doubt. Alysanne's boy had grown as well and seemed ever so happy there (and safe, so very safe). Miykael knew that no harm would come to him - not in that crowd. It was the surprise, however, that had stuck with him on his journey back home with Alysanne: he had two young sisters, full sisters... twins. They were beautiful girls, though he could sense a bit of rebellion in them - a longing for adventure. They were far too intent on asking questions about his home and though he worried that they might follow them back, he kept his thoughts to himself. He was pleased enough to see Alysanne so happy, so relieved. She was happy and her son was safe - for now, that is all he could ever ask for.

The two soared - unusual enough, in and of itself - instead of taking to the ground and walking back to Helovia. They had agreed to take a break in the Heavenly Fields (perhaps the one place that Miykael had felt most at home, besides the Edge of course) but as they began their descent, Miykael saw a thick cloud of darkness consuming the beautiful golden fields. Landing on fairly light hooves, a fair distance from the quickly expanding shadows, his blue gaze glances around them, concern furrowing his brow. "GO!" he shouts without hesitation, looking to Alysanne the moment her sweet voice reaches his ears. He does not speak but simply nods in agreement to her words. The fields were not safe. He didn't know what this was but he did know that it wasn't good.

Unfurling his large white wings, he flaps them hard and fast - taking off quickly with a small running start. Miykael flies with a sense of purpose towards the Edge, eager to reach their home as quickly as possible. Once they arrived, however, thoughts of the shadows cause him to hesitate. The stallion circled above the trees, his blue eyes scouring the land below for any signs of.. well, anything. Coming up empty handing, he signaled for Alysanne to follow him and the two landed in a clearing near the cliffs. The Edge seemed to be untouched by the shadows so far but the lack of life and the overwhelming stillness of the herd unnerved him. Miykael did not feel safe, not even here.

The dunskin tobiano took to pacing, searching his brain for any idea of what to do. "This isn't right.." he murmurs, "It's too still." He is panicked, though calm on the surface but his concern is not for himself but for ensuring Alysanne's safety. If he felt it were an option he'd tell her to fly back to their family but he wasn't sure that she would make it safely there. Pausing, the stallion looks to his best friend. Without a word he steps towards her, pressing his chest to hers and wraps her in his embrace. He didn't want her to panic but he couldn't stop his ears from twitching, constantly searching the surroundings for any sounds.

He couldn't speak. He couldn't tell her that he feared for her safety. He couldn't tell her that whatever had happened after they left was very serious and very grave. All he could do was hope and should the situation call for it, he would do anything to save her.

Miykael