The feeling of sand flattening and sinking underneath his hooves made his feel powerful. Right now that was about all that made him feel powerful as his joints ached from the journey to Salem. This was the island he had wanted to rule in the past, but back then there were already herds living there so he had set his sights of Atlantis.

He played King of Paradise for a short time, but it was enough time to befriend his mother's lover and find an intriguing mare himself. He remembered her brown and white coat quite vividly, more than he had others he led in the past, but she was gone now. He left her long ago when he left these islands behind him.

Cap had found trouble with commiting to one being, or even one land, which caused his many moves. None of his herd ever followed long which also resulted in his childless position. He was an old man without any responsibility. In a way he liked it, but lately time was pushing him to change. To become more like his mother and less like the father he cursed.

He stops on top of one of the highest dunes and his eyes scan over the land. This was now his and for once he didn't plan on leaving unless his body was buried in the golden grain. Here he wouls do all the things he had never had time for before. Start a family and build some strong relationships with those around him. Maybe he would even change someone's life.