Before you were born, before she rose, this herd was made of peace and humility. But we were proud; we drifted so far...far from the forest, far from what once was. We ended up here, stuck forever in eternity. Living forever. Never changing.
She was part of the herd; we don't know who her parents were. No one had bothered to have a child for so long, she was barely noticed. One day...she was gone. She wasn't like us; she didn't fit into our situation. She found herself; she found the forest.
And there....there she found him.
She trusted him, followed him about even when he ignored her. He tied her to a tree and left her there for three long days.....then he returned with an apple. He untied her, gave her the apple, and brought her inside the tree she was tied to for those long days.
The next morning, he was gone. She tried to find him, and ran into a group of does and stags who tried to help her, mortified by the bony shape she was in. He found her with them, quietly nudged her back to the tree, and promptly beat her to the ground.
Weak as she was, she could not fight back. She waited for him everyday, he fed her, they stuck together. The cycle continued until a sudden blizzard struck the forest, and knowing that many deer would be heading for the tree, she followed him into the outside world, past the pond, and towards the ruins.
On the way there, however, he fell and struck his eyes across a rock. When he looked up, he was blinded by blood- the tables had turned. He followed her to the nearby playground, and they hid beneath a rock...he quickly fell asleep, for he was in shock.
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But Fee was wide awake.
Called by the flying snow and ice, no one found the tracks of the wounded doe when she disappeared that day.
She returned to us, recalled into our numbers, but never forgot the torture she had been put through in the green lands.
Some months later, you were born. By then the herd was falling into corruption; she had brought back the impurity of life, having gone and lived again, if only in a horrible way. She was never an empty shell as is the rest of the herd; she was different.
As were you.
You didn't look like us. You didn't sound like us. The fact that you carried the blood from somewhere else was enough to set you apart....
and it called to him.....
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You grew, but you did not live well out here....you struggled against the ice and snow, for you were much more mortal than anyone else.
She pressed her nuzzle to your forehead and called out to the gods of ice and snow, BRYNHRIED, MY SON! A cry so sad that perhaps one or two of us might have felt chills in our bones.
Perhaps she was happy.
But before long,
Fee could only watch as her tiny fawn was taken away by Totlecatl.
Silhouettes disappeared into the snow drift, and that was the last she saw of her baby......
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That was her final stretch of torture
and it threw her into chaos.
Before long, she was stronger than anyone else, mentally. Everyone was a hollow spirit, so aged and old yet living forever. But there was one like her; Lihmkotf. The King.
He prayed and brayed, threw up his deep grey antlers in a mighty toss when she leaped and struck her teeth at his head; but the only blood ever spilt was his.
It surprized the entire herd, but as one stag moved in to maul the dying king, everyone followed and took action, eyes empty and sad.
So she rose, and pressed the herd further south, so no one could escape and find freedom, find their loved ones and families, find theirselves.
No one would ever suffer again, as she did.....
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Whilst all this was happening, you grew up.
You grew up ruled by Totlecatl, not Fee.
And he changed you so seveerly; taught you all the wrong movements, behaviors, words, suggestions.
He brought you up as a villain, to be evil and tyrannous like himself, to kill and to blight and to pester.
But your mother was strong and resisted against your father, and thus she taught you to as well. And you did so, coming here.
but not before you committed an unjustly deed, hmm?
tell me, did you hear the mother SCREAM when she found her son dead amongst the water reeds?
did your ears bleed and your eyes run? did you feel any sympathy?.............
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Finished!~
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