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better to fight and fall, then to live without hope.

One minute they had all been fighting against the will of the sea... and next the heavens opened up, the rain began and then the dense fog - shrouded and concealed them. He clung to his mother's russet side desperately and fought against the current - his tiny legs struggled. But quickly he found out he was no match for the sea.

"Móður," he croaked "I can't." the words were held on his tiny lips as he met his mother's honey brown gaze. She gently nuzzled his cheek in reassurance - like she always did - before she refocused her attention on saving their lives.

With each passing moment he knew that their chances of living were becoming slimmer and slimmer. Their muscles grew tired, exhausted from fighting the sea's current. He could feel the panic set in as his "Móður began to drift away and no matter how much he tried to swim back to her side, the sea's current kept pulling them apart. "Móður!" he hoarsely screamed at her bobby head that grew smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared from sight.

Hours passed, exhausted muscles refused to quit until finally his hooves fell upon solid ground. Huffing and puffing he pulled himself from the frigid waters. His young body shook violently as shock began to settle into every muscle and sinew in his body. Where was he? Where was móður? Föður? Another shiver racked his body. Where where they? He stumbled up the shore and collapsed just out of the sea's grasp. His sides rose and fell, his bodies racked with shivers as he fitfully fell asleep. Mumbling. Moaning. Crying for his "móður .

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The young spotted stallion wandered aimlessly from Isle to Isle. His glacial blue eyes longingly searched for his "móður - NOT ONCE - did he lay his gaze upon her. And with each passing day he could not shake the sinking feeling that he would never see her again. The months on his own taught him important lessons. #1 Always look behind you, the big black cats like to sneak through the jungle. #2 Don't eat the yellow flowers, they taste awful. #3 Ocean water is disgusting and salty, always find fresh water when in a new place.

With each season's passing he grew in strength and the once fat, fluffy foal transformed into a maturing stallion. Muscles rippled beneath his spotted coat and at each mirrored pool, he can not help but notice his handsome face winking back at him.

He had stumbled upon the brotherhood only just recently, the promise of family... of brotherhood had drawn the young stallion. For months he had wandered alone, and with his return to the Isles, he found himself within the infamous Lagoon.

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Síhtríc picks his way through the dense weather worn branches, most held tiny buds - a promise of the life that now blossoms across the isles - some were completely bare, broken at the base. The trail he follows winds its way from the Falls, across the meadows, and into the commons beyond. It drew the wandering stallion, his heart aches for companionship... a friend? Someone he could share his sorrows with... a listening ear? He draws a short breath across his lips as the pain is renewed at the thoughts that swarm in his head.

It was her voice that drew him out of the darkness. If you've come to try to bring me back- oh., there is surprise in her voice as her gaze meets his own. "You're not- nevermind. I thought you were someone else. You know, you really shouldn't sneak up on others like that." he swallows audibly as the words evade him. "S-s-sorry," he croaks. Anyway bye. she says as she turns to fade into the dense foliage once more.

Talk stupid. he yells at himself. "Wait!" he says loudly "I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" he admits as he dares to take a step closer to the flighty girl. Remembering the first words she had said drew more questions to the forefront of his mind, "Who is trying to bring you back?" he asks with a curious furrow of his brow. Anything to get her to stay just a moment longer, anything to carry on a conversation that could distract him from his current ailments of the heart.