A thought has wormed its way into his mind over the last few days, a thought which stirs him from the sublime emptiness of hibernation. 

Rapture's disappearance had not sat well with him. Something was off; the mare who he had spent weeks with him in their paradise would not have disappeared without a word or a hint that she was leaving. Or at least he wants to think so. 

But it would be the first time the fallen prince had been mistaken. 

And while it was the pattern of his life, nearly his entire family had vanished, he still clings to the hope that it had not been her plan. That something had taken her and he only had to look in just the right place to find her. The swath of flame along his crest flairs a the thought, he almost feels pity for whoever would dare to keep her from him. 

So he had given in to the restlessness in his legs and allowed them to carry him to the one place in Beqanna he had never been - the southernmost point of their content, the ghostly shores. 

A heavy fog rolls in off the ocean, the vapor-thick air haloing the burning stallion as she walks across the moon-white sand.  The horizon is obscured, hazy, creating the illusion of endlessness and nearly disorienting him. But his mismatched gaze focuses again as he follows the line of the hissing surf. 

There.

The muscle of his heart seizes in his chest as he rushes to her. Just above the waves lays a crumpled form, the exact shade of blue he knew so well. The towering stallion falls into the sand beside her, talking her cold body along his own, his mind blank and thoughtless.

Above them, a thin dome of flame stretches, warming the autumn air and burning away the mist around them. He lays the heavy weight of his skull across her, a storm of emotion compiling in his breast. But just as it is about to break, to send him spiraling, the faintest pulse stirs below him...

there.

Levi