His journey from the northern edge of Pangea is long.  The run in with his family puts him at ease just the slightest.  At least they now knew what happened to them, and what current events have taken place.

There is only a mild confidence that his father had not been aware of the visit.  An equally small certainty that his twin flame is alive and well.  The worried thoughts eat away at his core as he travels.

Go as far south as you can go and when you see fields of lavender you'll be there…

When he reaches the end of their world, there is nothing but a vast aquifer before him.  He stands on the sandy beaches, black eyes cast across the open sea.  A gull calls from above, willing his masked face to rise to the sky.

He snorts in frustration, bringing his head now to turn left, then pan right.  There were no lavender fields anywhere in sight.

Drawing in a deep breath, he picks up a faint scent.  “Mother?” He whispers to himself.  There was a hint of lavender coming from the west and he wonders if she has followed him.

Lunging into a powerful gallop he follows the heavenly scent getting stronger with each stride.  Soon he is crossing the river where it empties into the sea.  The brackish waters douse his black fetlock flames; only when he reaches the other side do they reignite on the sea grass flat.

He stops then, his gaze trailing from the ocean shores, to the lavender tinted plains.  The smile he held vanishes when he realizes it was not the scent of his mother that he followed here. 

The dark flames flicker casually around his body.  Gone is the vibrant orange glow of his red mane and tail.  Instead they are illuminated a ghastly black, along with his eyes.  Their dark glow scans the horizon, seeking any sort of life form.

There was no doubt in his mind this is the Gates.  It is a shock that it is as heavenly as his father said.  Though the thought crawls across his mind as to why his father would send him to such a place.  Was this supposed to be a punishment?

As he stands alone in the pastel fields, he begins to feel a suspicious nagging that solitude and separation were supposed to be his imprisonment here.  Thankfully Jack was not far behind him, having offered to meet him here so he would not be alone in a strange place. 

The journey had been long and soon, as he stands near the edge of the land waiting patiently, his eyes become heavy.  A gentle wave of sleep pulses through him, his eyes begin to close, when suddenly a greeting beckons him back to attention.  

His ears perk forwards when his dark eyes settle on the sunshine mare approaching.  When she speaks of the Gates it confirms his assumption correct.  His head dips in greeting as she inquires if he was searching for something.  "Good day ma'am.  I am Eviction.  My father sent me..." his voice trails as he again wonders the true reasoning behind his banishment.  "Do you know where I can find Myrna?  She will be expecting me," he continues, just before he hears a call coming from behind him.  

Vic! 

The masked stallion draped in dark shadows turns to the familiar voice, a small spark of light returning to his expression.  He greets the father-figure with a kind smile before turning to the mare, "This is Jack."  The dark bay stallion towered above most, but his heart was as kind as anyone he has ever known.

This land, this ruler is nothing what I anticipated.  Why would he send me here?  What does he gain from this?  His suspicions rise as to just what his father's plans were, but he had his own plans.  His own scheme to get back at his father and show him what true power was.  If he could ever master it.  Truthfully he really didn't know what his power was, let alone how to wield it.

Time.

He had plenty of time now, and as Myrna enlightens them on the current state of his banishment, he thinks of ways to use this time.  His father said he was to assist in anything requested of him and so he bows his head and replies, "Thank you Your Majesty.  You have a lovely home," his ominous black eyes shift to the land before falling on the palomino once more, "If you need assistance with anything please let me know."

The blackened flames along his fetlocks flicker, the usual orange glow of his mane and tail are mere shadows.  Something was stirring inside him, and it began to wear gently away the facade of health he maintained.  It starts as no more than a wilting flower in the Queens presence.  Barely noticeable unless you were attuned to those types of things.  He himself is unaware of the change within him, even as his eyes begin to grow heavy, and a yawn crept up.  

"Pardon me Miss, it seems the journey has taken its toll on me," he looks to Jack, "shall we go find a spot to rest?"

Again, he looks to the mare and bows his head before turning to head towards an outcrop of rocks by the seashore.  Perhaps a nap amongst the tranquil sound of lapping waves would lull the harbored blight to rest once more.