He remembers the sand in a distant and lonely way. It reminds him of the killing canyons where he was born.

All that time spent between the great sandstones and the red clay. His mother hid him away from the outside world and kept him like a secret. Gael was the mistake she wanted to forget. It didn’t take long before she abandoned him and the colt was left to survive on his own. From the bolstering winds of the desert to the humid jungles of the isle.

When he first saw the bay, it was by chance. A routine patrol around the small inlet, he was cold and hungry – a soldier of fortune. When they met it was by chance, perhaps fate some might say because from that moment on neither could forget the other. But those days were long gone, he hadn’t seen the little bay since the last time he left Peak. Since he went far from the isle looking for something else.

Now, he has returned and he has found sand. What made him, breathed life into him. The black stallion walks steadily down the dunes. He can feel the sun biting into his skin. Gael had not been this way in a very long time but he had to find Corinth – he had to see her – tell her he never meant to leave. He wondered where their children might be. Maybe they were part of this world of sand or had gone to the bitter inlet. He would find them, he would fine her.