O Melhor galloped out of the waves and into his Paradise. He regretted leaving it, he regretted leaving Tallynne. It was a stupid thing to do, very stupid. The coffee colored stallion was going to stay this time though and he was going to prove that to Tallynne and himself. He would rather die in the Paradise then leave again and face a stranger invading his home. O Melhor passed the tree line, his sides barely brushing against them as he passed. He didn't know he could become so attached to a piece of land in so little time. Many it was simply the thing that helped heal his wound. Speaking of which, where was Tallynne? He was sure she had helped, too.

Quickly he headed towards the pond, hoping she and Soljor was there. He missed them both and he hoped they would be waiting for him there. He had, in fact, fought for them too. O Melhor hoped she wouldn't be too angry at him, it would be horrible to come back and fight for them, only to be pushed away. Then again, he had done a stupid thing. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't forgive him. The thought sending shivers up his spine, the coffee colored stallion burst in the pond clearing, his eyes searching.