I don't really like myself without you
His return was for one reason and one reason only.
He was not here to reconnect with family, old friends, or even children that may still be living on the islands. He is even not here to reclaim his birthright. There was only one thing he has come for.
White as a ghost, the stallion emerges from the warm sea of Atlantis. Despite the years he has spent away, he remembers exactly how to get around the islands. He finds Paradise with ease, unlike his followers. Lace was not with him and neither was Arael, but he would catch up with them later. There was no worry in his mind that they would be fine. Years of aimless travel, fighting for their freedom, and showing their loyalty have given him a trust no one ever had before. No one on these islands would ever gain his trust as they have. Everyone else betrayed him.
But it was time he found the worse of them all.
Grey legs carry him across the familiar beach of an old friend. His scent does not linger, but that does not stop his searching. Ironclad moves away from the sand, towards the jungle, and screams out for the silver-haired stallion that always roamed Paradise. If he was not here as his scent suggests, he would have to be found. He has waited too long for this revenge.