Maneuvering a tall structure throughout the crystal walls, he turns his head to stare at a reflection of himself. A lean, underweight structure stares back with ghostly, ice like eyes. A small, inquiring frown tumbling over his lips as he continued casting a gaze to the mirror, as if he were staring straight through his own reflection. It felt good to not feel this smoldering despair inside for what he appeared to be, like a icy dagger piercing his heart. Yet, like a faint whisper, the smallest shadow of his soul, there would always be this disgust of what stared back into a mirror. Rather a scar from the past, and one that did not only carry the hurtful emotions, but the memories that held negativity at its strongest. Painful memories of despise, hatred, a hungry look in those unicorns who thought he should die alone because he was born. "No... I must not think about this....." A innocent whisper escaped his breath as the raining thoughts faded, and I silent prayer was fulfilled as he escaped those harsh emotions so easily. The stallion sighed and began to turn his head, but as he did, his ears twitched, and he froze in place.

The smallest clink echoed the throughout crystal chamber. His head twisting around to the direction of its direct sound, icy blue eyes snapping upon a mare. Raking over every little part of her as she was frozen in place. Her coat was a blanket of pale grey, and her mane and tail woven with seaweed and sea shells that he would only find by the cold shore by his home in the North. His eyes moving upon where her forehead was, looking over with surprise as she carried no horn high upon her head. An equine. He then looked upon the shock in her face, and a utter surprise flooded him. Does she look.... scared? Of me? Memories flashed throughout his mind as he read her expression, his eyes widening with a sudden pain. His lip quivered and he softly inquired "Why... Why do you hate me? Do you think I am a monster?" His tone filled with grief as he sensed her fear. He had not seen these 'wraiths' yet, but he knew they were something to have nightmares about for seasons, hearing the stories that bounced across these stone walls from others. This got him thinking, what if for once, if he stepped from the shadowed areas, would these refugees recognize him as a wraith? .... A m-monster? The stallion gave a heavy sigh and folded his ears back, staring at the sea-like mare with clouded eyes.

“I don’t hate you…” His tail brushed the reflective floor as he listened silently. The mare suddenly threw her gaze away from his and to the glass floor. Can she not continue to look at me? Look at my face? Icy orbs casted a glance to the side to see lightning bolts scarring his cheek, crookedly reaching out with every glowing tendril across his long, thin face. Swiftly his gaze swept away and back upon the grey mare. “No, you are not a monster. There are no monsters in the caves…” His folded ears rotated forward as he keenly gazed at her with peculiar interest. Suddenly, he began to speak, his tone morbid "I wouldn't be so sure about that miss... there is people who have and can do much harm among the crowd here in the Sanctuary, those are true monsters." He shook his head in brief disbelief "I believe that the ones you would be referring as the 'monster' are only but the blind fumbling with a poison in their grasp. Their sightless actions carry the burden of them tossing this poison onto others, making them just as blunt..." His voice carried off as he paused, watching and listening to her as she continued to speak.

As the quiet sire he was, he passively listened and nodded often at her words. A curious glance falling onto his eyes as she continued “Please forgive my rudeness sir, I am Mermaid… what may I call you?” He then spoke briefly "My name is Farenjer, I come from the North and the Aurora Basin is where I call home... Or use to at least." He sighed sadly at the thought of the snowy valley. Wondering if the mare felt any home sickness as much as he did, or at least to see the beautiful blue sky once more. He could only picture his beautiful, peaceful homelands covered in untouched, thin layer of frost. The hot springs bubbling and giving off thin tendrils of steam. Hollowed entrances crowding among the foots of the mountains, once the several dens of horned equines. So very deserted and empty the Basin could be in his own world. It made him shudder thinking about such things.

The stallion remained silent as she spoke out with her own opinion on this dark hour. Watching her intently with an icy blue gaze, but she continued to not hold a grasp upon his eyes. He listened to her thoughts about the Basin, speaking of how she has met several unicorns from the snowy valley. A silent chuckle echoed in his mind as he listened to her say sarcastically "Mayhap I should claim residence there as well being as I keep stumbling into its people.” and he thought "Your lucky enough to have met friendly Basiners."


“It is good to love one’s home Farenjer, perhaps you might be lucky enough to return to yours in the near future.” The mare said. He briefly nodded and sighed "I yearn to be back in my basin. It is like a stab to my heart whenever I think of it, and to be honest with you, this is the first time in a long while I've been outside of my herdlands." She finally glanced at him through the corner of her eyes. Yet in a split second the mare turns away, a delicate frown falls over the stallion's face as he notices her actions. “What brings you here to this maze alone?” She inquires. He blinks and speaks softly "Maze? This is a maze? I have only entered this crystal area from just around that corner..." He pulls his head over to where he had entered the crystal area. From the corner he could see the opening to the glowing room, a soft tree just in sight. Slowly, he tugs his head back from over his shoulder looking upon the mare yet again. "Why? Were you looking for the exit?" How long had she been here, wandering around? Perhaps she would eagerly rush out pass him to the glowing room, where fresh food and water was. Grateful to finally find an excuse to get away from him, because truly Farenjer could tell this equine did not like him. Nor appreciated his appearance. He would have little shock if she did leave now, avoiding something she had never quite seen before. After all, she did mistake him for an infected creature... Yet even now as they had developed a conversation, she did everything in her path to avoid eye contact with him. Was she still scared of him? A sigh escaped his lips as he pondered within his thoughts. Why does this always happen to me?