What were the gods thinking? They have tested him before, but why do it again and in this way? What has he done to anger them? Warsaw was showing them power, showing them he was worthy and he was protecting his family. Now they sent some battle maiden to tare down everything he had left. Liland has already ruined his Kingdom, his legacy, but now he was homeless. The anger in his gut has reached its boiling point. He used to be able to get whatever he wanted, but now he was failing even himself. This wasn't just him getting old. He now knew even the gods have turned their backs on him.

He would not leave his home so easily. She may have thrown a wrench in his plans, but he would fight her again in Winter, but this time he would chase her out. He would overcome the gods! "Who are you?" He asks, approaching the warrioress. Dark brown eyes roam over her body in a way to figure out just how she had defeated him. He couldn't find the right answer and he never would except the gods had sent her. They had given her the strength she needed to overcome a stallion's strength. The islands would laugh at him now. They would gossip and talk about how the Tinuvel King lost to a mare when he hated the thought of them leading herds by themselves. They would say it was karma, but he knew. This was beyond karma, beyond them all.

The wind blew in his face, whips his hair around him, and dries out the rest of the moisture on his lips. Fresh blood drips from his shoulder where she had bitten him. A trail of dark red runs down his right leg and drips onto the Inlet floor. He has put blood, sweat, and tears into this place. He was not about to leave this all behind.