Quietly Fritjof stands on the edge of the beach, the surf softly lapping at his legs. His dark ocean blue eyes stare out across the lapping waves as the salty wind combs through his lengthening mane. Though Atlantis barely changed for winter, he could see in the distance the color change upon the other island as the stuff Angel called snow melted away to give way to spring. It meant he had reached his one year of life, but so far, he could barely tell he had lived a life at all. Aside from his mother’s disappearance, the Shore had been stagnant, and lifeless in her absence. It caused anger to course through the young stallion to the point he felt as if he would explode. His body quivered with the unspent emotion, his front leg stomping a hoof into the water to feel it splash up against his chest and belly.


How DARE she?!


If Xiomara had not left, this would not be happening. But instead, she had selfishly disappeared without a word into whatever void she had magically appeared from. Like a changing season, the blue queen had swept in to create chaos in her path, only to vanish in the same manner. Of course, Fritjof did not know this, only that she left devastation in her wake when she had gone, and he was too young to do anything about it. To clean up the mess she had left for him and his brother, her heirs. Her heirs to what?


A harsh snort left his pink nose as he turned his head, peering at the jungle behind him across the open bank of sand. The herd was slowly starting to disperse without their leader here to follow and he did not blame them. If it were not for his leg, he would have left already. To brave the sea and find others loyal to him as Xiomara’s herd had been. But maybe he did not have to leave the island to make a start?


Turning, the young stallion stepped free of the water and onto the dry sand. Determination lined his pale face as he strode along the beach, away from where the herd was nestled in the thickest part of the shade as the sun beamed high overhead. He did not know who’s territory he walked to, but Fritjof knew eventually he would find himself in someone else’s if he went far enough.