Here it is @Embermoon! I hope you like it! If you would like me to change anything, just ask.
Frostfur stood on a beach, looking out onto the horizon. There, just in his range of vision, was an island.
The island where Hope was trapped.
Frostfur spread his emerald wings and lifted up into the sky. He flew towards the island, towards Hope. He picked up speed as the island got closer. I’m coming for you, Hope, he thought.
He landed on a black beach. The sand was hot under his hooves. Frostfur cantered towards a line of redwood trees.
When he broke through, he was amazed. The trees reached dizzying heights. The canopy looked like patchwork, and it blocked out most of the sunlight. The soil was drier than it was in his territory.
He walked through the wood, ears alert for predators, eyes searching for Hope. He didn’t call out her name. That would attract predators and landwalkers. He didn’t want any encounters with them, not today.
Frostfur walked for hours. Where is she? he wondered. A horrible thought came into his mind, and he quickly stuffed it down. No. Don’t think that.
As the sunlight turned to moonlight, Frostfur realised he needed to get back. He looked at the sky, but the thick canopy obscured it. He could not fly through it. I’ll have to find a glade, he thought.
Frostfur wandered through the wood, trying to find a glade. It was getting darker by the minute. Soon he would have to stop and rest for the night. He shuddered, imagining a bear or a puma attacking him while he slept.
Frostfur saw a gap in the canopy. He squinted, trying to see if it was big enough for him, but he couldn’t see in the dark.
He decided to risk it. Frostfur flew up into the gap. His head came through, followed by his shoulders, then his wings, then his chest… he was making it!
Frostfur flew into the night sky, but then he felt pain run up his leg. He looked down to see it caught in the branches. He grimaced and pulled it out. It scraped a branch, drawing blood.
Free, Frostfur flew towards Beach Herd as fast as his wings would carry him. As soon as he landed, his wings collapsed at his sides.
Frostfur dragged his hooves towards the heart of Beach Herd. He hoped no one would ask where he’d been. He knew Ivorywing wouldn’t be happy about him going to the landwalkers’ territory.
A mare landed next to him. Frostfur suppressed a groan- it was his mother.
“Frostfur,” she said, “where have you been? I was so worried.”
“Mama,” Frostfur groaned, “You worry too much. I’ve only been gone since this morning.”
His mother nodded at the horizon. “It’s nearly dawn now.”
Frostfur realized she was right, but he was annoyed. “Well, I’m a fully grown stallion now. I can take care of myself.”
His dam looked slightly offended. “Where were you anyway?”
This was the one question Frostfur didn’t want to hear. “I was… I was on the other side of the island,” he lied.
His mother sighed. “Please don’t lie to me,” she said. “I know you were in the landwalkers’ territory. Looking for that mare, weren't you?”
Frostfur looked at his hooves. “Yes,” he admitted.
His dam walked away. She’s going to tell Ivorywing, he thought.
Confirming his thoughts, a few minutes later Ivorywing and his mother landed in front of him. Frostfur swallowed nervously.
“Frostfur, this is the third time you have disobeyed orders,” he said. His voice was powerful and it carried a sense of authority.
Frostfur coward in front of the imitating stallion, ears flat and eyes wide. “Please don’t kill me,” he bleated, his voice small.
“Frostfur, you are banished from Beach Herd for the rest of your life. You are a phantom now, a ghost. Leave now and never come back. Your life is in your wings.”
All pegasi present turned their backs on him and walked away.
Frostfur stared at Ivorywing in shock. Banishment was a punishment worse than death.
“Leave,” Ivorywing commanded.
Frostfur turned and left, his eyes blank. When he reached the beach, he opened his wings to fly. He sniffed the beach, memorizing the scents. He could smell his herdmates. No, not herdmates. Not anymore. He lifted off the beach for the last time.
As he flew towards the landwalkers’ territory, he looked at the only home he ever knew. He was born and raised there, and now he was leaving it for the last time. Tears streamed down his face.
He turned his head towards the landwalkers’ island. There was no point thinking about the past.
Frostfur landed on the beach, the beach of his new home. He walked into the woods. I wonder where Hope is? I should look for her while I’m here.
Frostfur wandered for hours. The forest felt dark and unwelcoming. He sighed. This is my home now. I’m a loner.
It soon got dark. Frostfur started looking for a cave to sleep in. If he was with Beach Herd, he would sleep out in the open, but not here. He would be a sitting duck for predators. A cave would at least give him a bit of protection.
Frostfur saw a small cave in a cliff face and walked in. He curled up in a ball and instantly fell asleep.
He woke up later in a cold sweat. Something was biting him. Frostfur leapt to his hooves and looked around the cave. Nothing. It bit him again. He whirled around and faced the culprit. A bat. Another one bit him. He whacked it with a wing. Then a swarm emerged from the depths of the cave towards him.
Frostfur was swarmed by bats. He stomped on them, he whacked them, but there were too many. He was overwhelmed by twin fangs and tiny clawed feet. Blood ran down his cream palomo coat. He ran out of the cave, his back arched in pain.
Frostfur shook red droplets off his pelt. It was just before dawn. He shivered in the morning cold.
He walked through the forest, looking for Hope and another cave. His back hurt and his legs ached. He had walked through nearly all the woodland now. What if she’s… no. She can’t be. But what if she is?
It was afternoon now, and Frostfur was starting to lose hope. He leaned against a fir tree, letting his dark thoughts overwhelm him. She’s dead, and you’ll be too soon. No one will rescue you. You’re a loner. No one cares about loners.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. He moved forwards to have a better look. It was a landwalker settlement.
A brown head appeared above a stable door.
Frostfur reeled in shock. His eyes widened and his breath quickened.
It was Hope.