My name is...well, the name I’ve given myself, is Arrell. I used to be just your everyday human, sitting at home doing whatever I felt like doing...until the gods screwed up.

Long story short, I became a Windigo and landed in Equestria. Life was still pretty peachy, since I made some friends and found something to do; Princess Celestia sent me out to retrieve and lock away articles - dangerous objects from other universes. As hectic as life was, it was fun and interesting.

...and then...I broke.

How did I break...? I'll tell you...

My name is Asylum. I was...no. I am Arrell's girlfriend.

Everypony says he's gone for good. That if he isn't dead, he's locked away somewhere. But I know that isn't true. Arrell doesn't die, and no cell can hold him. I don't know where he is, or how he's feeling...but it can't be good.

The rest of the Winter Solstice have all agreed to help me out. Arrell stopped collecting articles after he disappeared, so we're going to continue that job. And while we're at it, we're going to find him.

We don't leave anypony behind. And that includes Windigoes.

[This story is a sequel to To Err is Equine. Read that first, or you won't understand any of this.]

[This story is no longer a direct part of the Chess Game of the Gods. It is deuterocanon at best, perhaps non-canon, because I will not be forcing myself to abide by the Chess Game rules if it does not suit me.]

[Rated Mature for an increase in dark content, as well as the inclusion of more sexual ideas and scenes. Any full-out sex scenes will be given a warning beforehand and an obvious ending so anyone not comfortable with that sort of thing can easily skip over them. You can also find a Safe For Work version of the story here.]