A stallion traveled, hooves embracing the last snowfall over the land. It was birdsong now, and although he had hid himself in the Edge for a small while, there was still snow in the backwoods of his forgotten home. He traveled the way back towards the Basin, wondering what the hell had happened to him. The mirror images of his life flashed through his eyes once more, and nothing dawned on him, for nothing had changed. He stumbled through the melting snow of the Threshold, missing the feeling of winter upon him. He felt a twang of bittersweet melancholy stab at his heart. He continued on, his spirits getting lower with each step, until they were nothing more than the grass he had stepped on, plummeted into the ground a thousand times with hammers and knives. He couldn’t have been more hopeless at this time, and some might feel sorry for him. He once again questioned his racism. Was it right? Right to take out losing his only home on all of the other innocents living there, or that were not involved with the Qian. He didn’t know that answer. It seemed like it would be no, but the answer was a complex one. It was, after all, hornless that did this. So was everyone but unicorns to blame for this? Or was it just everyone to blame for this, because they failed to protect his home in the first place? He was at the Arch now, and he looked up toward the Basin. He shook his head, his mind and body full of sadness. What could he do to change all of this, to make it all better? Could he even make it all better? He hung his head. He felt like hiding again.
He looked around to find emptiness greeting his irises. He slowly made his way into the Frozen Arch. Screw the Basin. I don’t care. It’s not like anyone’s going to wonder where I am anyways, or that anyone cares. He truly believed it that to be the rightful truth. He wondered around the caves not paying attention to anything. Even the ice that had him so entranced when he had met Sandman did not grab his attention. However, another unicorn did. It was a mare, and she was staring toward the sun. The light hit her golden horn in just the right way that is sparkled. A little bit of his old self came back, and he was interested in her, but he didn’t know if he could talk to her. He just stood there, half looking at her, unsure of what to do in this moment. He really wanted to be alone, but maybe meeting someone new was just what he needed.

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