"I will see."
It was the coldest winter that he had ever experienced. Snow and ice, that were the only things he could feel underneath his hooves. Hurricane had warned him for this, not with the direct words, but the stallion had told him that the Tundra was a hard place to live. Back then it hadn’t scared him, nothing in life had been easy for the blind man, and today it still didn’t. But it was obvious that Brynmor still had to adjust to his new environment. The prominent cold was the most important thing.
Over the past months it had become easier to move around, slowly getting to know the little things in the Tundra that helped him navigate around. The center of the kingdom were obvious the caves for which Hurricane had warned him, but there were other things too. There was a stream that ran though the kingdom, from the mountains towards the sea. The ice wall stood clearly for the southern border and the cliffs marked the other borders. Yes, it would take Brynmor a little longer to get himself towards his destination, but he didn’t need any help to survive in his own home.
As the snow was blown around him, wetting his coat and tangling up his mane and tail even more, Brynmor’s blank gaze was just starring ahead. He stood in front of the caves, not too close and with Hurricane’s warning in his mind, not able to not wonder about what his king had told him about them. Men would face their demons inside them, leaving no room to shelter against storms, but that wasn’t what kept his mind busy.
A part of the graying blind male wanted to enter, wanted to face his demons, the demons that still haunted him at night ever since Missy’s games. And the other part was afraid of facing them again. He clearly remembered what had happened and the things he had done were also engraved in his mind. Yet there were a lot of questions too, and a strong desire to finally fight back. Brynmor didn’t want to be their plaything any longer. ’Oh Brynnie, so naïve, you’ll always be someone’s plaything.
"Through your secret."