Violence followed Tyr like a plague wherever he went. Despite his best efforts to escape his past, it was still nipping at his heels. The large stallion had hoped to live a peaceful life, to forget the scars of his past, but how could he when they littered his body like markings? With ears resting against his poll, Tyr stood just at the edge of the lapping water, his green and blue eyes glaring off towards the Crossing Isle. Somewhere within its depths, probably in the darkness of the Lagoon, Jigsaw was most likely laughing about what he had done. Not caring for the things he had exposed the newborn filly to. Even in his worst of days, Tyr did not recall ever stooping so low. What had the Lagoon come too since he had been gone? The steps he had taken to make it a better place, now submerged back into the irk he had been trying to raise it from.


Shaking his head, Tyr knew he couldn’t focus on the Lagoon anymore. The day he had chosen to follow Oswin from the murky territory and the anger he held for it, was the day he cut all ties. He had been surprised when Vadim didn’t follow him. Did he hold it against him, as Frey still did after so many years? Had he lost both living sons of Kvothe? It reminded him of the day he had found her, the red mare so stricken with grief at the crumpled body of their little lion cub son. Little Kirel, Vadim’s twin, missing as well. So many children he would possibly never see again; the thought was nearly suffocating.


Taking a deep breath, Tyr lifted his face up towards the clear blue sky. Despite how it felt it would fall on his head at any moment, the blue abbess remained steadfast where it had always been. He had a purpose; he knew he did. But Tyr wasn’t quite sure what it was anymore. Maybe he should go back to the Lagoon, try to find Vadim, and see if it was as the father thought it was? No…. No, he wouldn’t do that. Lowering his head to once again stare across the salty water towards the Crossing. Vadim was a grown stallion living his own life, and Tyr would not interfere with whatever he had chosen to do in the Lagoon. Tyr would remain steadfast here, in the Ridge, where he now belonged.