Seasons had past since Tilneys last visit to this part of his new home. Wonder and nostalgia were just two of the many feelings echoing in his golden frame as he thread between firs and pines, delicately tossing up the previous Orangemoons leafy skeletons and brown decay. This was where he had met the acquaintance of Rexanna the gold dusted doe. She had helped him search his way out of the black trees before night fell. 
Again, he was left searching for a way out before the moon replaced her brothers control of the sky. While these dark towering trees didn't scare him during the day, it was a place he certainly did not want to find himself stuck blind in at night. 

The only reason he had ventured this far east of his home was to find his cloak; he had left it in the hollow of a tree at one of the northern most points of the forest. He only wanted it back because it did get a little cold at night with the sea spray at the edge; He was getting used to the idea of staying a long time. He loved it at the Edge. 

One of his favorite things to do of a morning was to stand right above the sea, high up on the white tree-spotted cliffs and gaze out at the sunrise. He wondered if The Worlds Edge really was the actual edge of the world they knew. What if you jumped in and swam forever towards the horizon; would you stumble upon any other lands? Or if you were lucky enough to own a pair of wings? could you fly from the edge to a whole new world? It was that mysteriousness yet familiarity that Tilney loved so much about his new home. The sun was so low in the sky he couldnt see it between the trees anymore, and it began to worry him

But finally, he saw fields and light between each fir. He had reached the edge of the forest. Pace quickening, he raced from the trees with a wide grin and high spirits. Tilney was however very very tired and with a sigh picked a tall tree to rest under for the night; He was out of the woods and in the clear, he was happy with that. He had a good clue on where he was and would set off to the edge first thing in the morning. Pulling his green cloak further over his shoulders he nestled into the tree, tucking his nose between his knees and soon he was asleep.

Only hours later though, he was woken in a sweaty mess. Hot embers tickled and burnt his ears and the sweet smell of smoke filled his maw. Opening his emerald eyes, he quickly looked around in what normally would be blackness. The entire landscape before him was aglow in orange and red, flames licking through trees in the forest he had been stumbling through only hours ago. Leaping to his feet, the golden stag strode at a bolt towards the flames. There could be so many animals and helovians trapped in there!

"Is anyone in there!" Tilney screeched from the edge of the blaze; it was most likely the loudest he'd ever yelled in his whole life. Rabbits and mice ran at an eye-sore speed from the inferno while birds took high to the sky. He hoped desperately that everyone could get out alive.

Every one of Tilneys instincts told him to run as fast as he could away from the blaze, but his heart told him to stay. The adrenaline having kicked in, Tilneys legs begun to tremble and shake. Still he was fearful of the flames, their tongues licking at the sky and scaring the stars.
"HELP ME!"
The most blood curdling of screams rang in his ears; finally, a response to the screech of his own. It was enough to kick-start him right out of his fears and doubts. She needs my help! was all he could think, his powering legs sending him forwards into the inferno.
"I'm on my way!"

Plunging through the first line of flames, Tilney bounded through the web of flaming firs. His marble stones took him over fallen logs and skidding into dead-ends. His nares took to the air, trying to catch the scent of the damsel he had plunged into these flames to find. All that came to his splashed muzzle was choking smoke and burning embers. Snorting through the pain, he pressed on in the direction he had first heard the cry. 
It was then he saw her, the pale princess. Unbeknownst to him this was the Lady of the Basin, his former home. "M'lady!" Tilney called to the distressed unicorn, announcing his arrival in hope of comforting her. 
A wall of burning branches and blackened tree limbs separated him from the dancing doe, and so he devised a way to clear them. "Stand back!" was the caramel bucks caution, lowering his barky crown and backing up onto his haunches. Aiming his boney antlers at the coal barrier, he pushed his power from the crease in his hooves to the tips of his horns and with an almighty dive plowed through the glowing mess.
"This way m'lady!" 

It was then the next set of cries filled his ears. His cloven stones slid to a stop, his nose turning to find the screams of a child. "Follow this path... There are a few logs to leap but if you run fast enough the flames shouldn't touch you! I must help this child" Tilney spoke to the peach-coloured princess, and with that he was off back into the heart of the furnace.
"I'm coming little one!" The stag called at the top of his lungs with what little oxygen he had left in them. Plunging over another fallen fir, he found himself in another ring of fire. In the centre was a tiny colt; only a few days old. Marching to the youngin, Tilney dipped his lofty crown and tucked the largest prongs under the foals ribs "Hold on!" Tilney chanted to the little man before he lifted his head, taking the infant with him. He was heavy, but it wasn't unbearable. He was a fraction of Tilneys size.
So many more screams and screeches filled the air, each of them pulling at Tilneys soul. Could he save all of them? He was sure one of them even belonged to Glasgow, but they all sounded quite the same among the smog and smoke.