"Rita where are we going" grumbled an old man who meandered behind a blue greyhound with a look of weariness etched into his skinny, haggard face. He wasn't that old, you could tell if you looked close enough, but his unkept appearance and wise gaze gave off a more mature air than his real age would suggest. It was beginning to rain, not much, only the odd splash here and there, but it was enough to disgruntle the disheveled stallion who looked like an unkept book that needed some serious tidying up. The greyhound bounded on like greyhounds do, long and graceful, her eyes were focussed on the way ahead as she had noticed the familiarity of this place. They weren't quite there yet, perhaps her wise but forgetful friend would know where they were when they hit the woodland. The vast plain they had been travelling on was already beginning to change as one or two trees appeared and then, suddenly, gatherings of them until finally... Finally! Helovia came into view and the dog thundered into the forest leaving her bonded to loiter behind as realisation came over the roaned stallion. 

She had brought him here? 

Evers had not seen Helovia in... "When was it... 2 years?" he mumbled to himself as if trying to remember the exact date he had left Helovia. It had been so long that he even had to remember why he left but when he did he immediately regretted bringing up the memory. Some things were best forgotten, hidden and left to rot in lost memories. Instead, after the death of Mother, the past he had lost had resurfaced again bringing with it only pain and suffering, he relived it time and time again. It was enough that Evers had wished that Mandrake's power had still remained after her they'd murdered her, so that he didn't have to remember their faces, their names and the life he once had. After travelling from place to place for a while the wound began to heal, not completely, but enough that he could live most days without tearing up at some point. 

Now, as he entered the Threshold of Helovia, he began to lament and wistfully lust for the things he had left here. His brothers, were they still around? He remembered Darwin and felt a pang of guilt, the child had been his responsibility and he had left him alone. What of Irrydae? The beautiful mare who had enchanted him so completely that even remembering her now made his heart skip. Part of him wanted to search for her, to find what almost happened, but he denied himself fiercely. Those were feelings of the past and perhaps it was best that he didn't trouble her present. 

With a little energy to his step now, Evers continued to walk further and further into the Threshold, enjoying the familiar smells and views whist all the while trying to keep an eye on his infuriatingly bouncy dog.

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