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Morning light drenched through the trees. A light blanket of mist rolling and wavering between and out of the trunks. A dark figure, its large eagle-like wings spread and gliding through the dawn's skies. Faraway certainly, but it soon had come closer and closer, until the figure had landed. Lightly brushing the dew covered grass as it's hooves trotted to a halt. The dark shadow was a Pegasus and stallion, ebony black, with deep blue highlights skimming through his thin body. Dark orbs shifted, looking around at the entrance to the Threshold. The stallion grumbled something low in his throat before he dragged himself into the lighted wood. Orange and red began to fall slowly off the trees turning them more bare every hour. Orangemoon would end, and the lands would be vastly covered in deep icy snow.

The figure of the stallion moved slowly through the Threshold, a concererning distate was in each step he took. He did not want to go, never did he want to leave. But soon enough, before all of this, the stallion knew someday he would have to leave Helovia for some reason. Something he always fumbled with himself about, but never did he like the plan of leaving. A low grumble from his throat "Plan A... Why could it not be plan C.... Or D? Or even maybe E?" A retort came through his mind That is because you have no other plans at all. The Pegasus cursed himself for the resort, and moved on slowly. He truly did love his beloved home of Helovia and had stayed here since as long as he could remember. After escaping from his own herd and family, to grow up here. Alone.

Oh if only he had found enough courage to go and find himself a suitable place where he belonged. Now something must have tricked him into thinking he did not belong in Helovia. Though the truth would come, nobody cared what he did or he did not. Nobody probably knew he existed right now. Nobody feels anything for him, at all. The grim words gripped through his mind. In annoyance he shook his head a little, and his eyes were clouded with sadness and his heart drowned in lost hope. He never did go and find a place to live and a place to call his herd. For he was too scared of what could happen if he did try and recruit himself to a herd. The fear of being spat at and driven away, the pain he would have as a aftermath from it all. It shook him a little as he continued on his journey. After the depressing thoughts had spun and dizzied his head in sickness, a feel of hunger overcame the Pegasus. He halted to a stop in the grove and moved his head around, seeking for a place to graze in. The sight overcame seeing the small clearing breaking through the wood. Alcina carefully glimpsed at it, and walked over with caution. Dark blue orbs looking around again, before raising his thick neck down for himself to graze. Alcina you truly have let yourself down.