The moon has finally reappeared in the sky, giving just a bit of light to the gloomily dark world. The forest, despite the moon's best efforts at providing some sort of light, remains dark and impassive. Still, it draws the young stallion into its dark embrace. It was here that he came when the Dark Goddess had told him and his brother to isolate themselves from their family. It was here that he had come to rely on his brother far too much, and it was here that he'd met his pale sister for the first time. It is this very forest that he returns to after deserting his brother and leaving the herd lands and any hope of joining them behind. He feels now that he is not meant to be part of any group. He is to be a loner.

Still, that is not what he wants. He wants to be part of something. He no longer wants to be alone, but feels that he is resigned to accept his fate. Silvery blue tipped hairs trail along the ground behind him as he moves through the forest. He is slow in his wandering, having no particular place to be or direction to travel in. Was this to be his life? Aimless wandering. Pointless living. His mother and father had wished better for him, he thinks. Would they be ashamed to see their son wasting his life? If they weren't ashamed of him then they would be ashamed of Varath and the hatred he held in his heart. Hatred that he, himself, had almost bought in to. But the young silver and blue stud withdrew and fled when he realized just how much he cares about his family. He cannot willingly be a part of something that would tear them all apart.

Freezing cold water splashes as his hooves step into the pool that he knows is near the center of the forest. He is not lost no matter how dark it is. He remembers the red stones that line the bottom of the pool, looking like blood. This place feels like home. He begins to think that instead of trying to find a place among others he should just stay where he is. Where he feels accepted. The young stallion stops when the water is partway to his knees and he sighs. The chill of the water and the air makes his flesh prickle, but he does not move. Instead his head lifts and he tries to peer at the moon through the canopy of trees.