He didn't know what to do anymore. Perhaps the only thing left to try was to ask Garmr for their release. His son was too vulnerable to survive the Lagoon. He would never be strong enough or mentally capable to withstand the darkness or be left alone. He couldn't be trained to be a mare stealing stallion or a fighter. The Lagoon didn't need him.

All these thoughts continue to keep the qhostly pale stallion awake at night. Usually he doesn't stray too far from his sleeping family, but today he finds his legs extra restless. He finds himself inching towards the sounds of the waves in the distance as he thinks what life might be like if they were gone from this place.

Soon a dark figure appears in his path. The stallion was staring out over the sea with a longing that mirrors his own. "Abraxas?" He questions the dark figure as he draws closer. It looks just like the last horse he had claimed to the brotherhood. He had been so different back then. Convinced Abraxas here to join their troublesome gang only to dissapear from him in love with a mare.

Garmr had left them alone and he always thought it was because of Abraxas.