Something had taken hold on the lands with fervent vigor spreading far as the eye could see. Mostly this new found strength could be seen in the world’s plants, who had been shoved into darkness did not grown, now begun to return from a withered state into splendid beauty. Like a phoenix raising from the ashes this effect was just as awe aspiring as any other natural born miracle. A sojourner new to the place would have no idea where new found vigor had been obtained by nature. Whispers floated around in the air waves, but how could a stranger, let alone a skeptic at that, understand such a concept as divine will or law. Simply a mind like of such a state probably couldn’t begin to comprehend it without some sort of through explanation behind it. God would be a farfetched theory to minds looking at what their eyes could see rather than what was unseen. Something else much bigger lurked behind the currents of life making sure to pull all the right strings. Often some would say oh it is only coincidence after awhile it becomes self evident that assertion is flawed.

Coming into the scene a rather youthful young horn stallion with broad painted fields of white and red; joyously looks around as white snow yet to be gone crunches under his hoof falls. Admittedly the boy had been going towards the basin to see what had become of his old home. Leaving it was rather a lonely way to live even if some of them in those mountains were racist it truly didn’t bother him any longer. Returning to it the young man of a unicorn wanted to see some familiar faces maybe even converse about old times. For most of his life the boy acted as the role of a loner wanting to do nothing more than to run around by himself. Looking into his past who could blame him it is a surprise he is even able to still socialize when whim calls.

Coming into the Valley the stallion saw something rather startling, but impressive at the same time. A Skelton of a beast of some sort lay embedded into the earth which had begun to claim it by wrapping it in a burial shroud of flowers. Being curious the boy looked it over and saw another equine approach nickering happily he said “ miss what is this thing I am Castiel”