(I wanted to write this last night but the servers were down, so here it is now. Might edit it later on)

On a cold November afternoon, the subtle silence of the forest was shattered by the sounds of a great battle. In a clearing near a cliff side, two bucks clashed at each other, their antlers locking up as each struggled to overpower the other. Their muscles tightened and both snorted and gritted their teeth as the spar continued. They slowly inched toward the cliff, both with the same idea of throwing the other off into the abyss.

Nearby a doe looked on, watching as her mate fought the opposing buck. He looked back at her for a moment, and at that time his rival caught him off guard and stabbed into his shoulder with an antler. The buck cried out, but then thrashed back at him, getting a clean scratch at his face and raking an eye. "Blixt!", the doe cried to the mate. He staggered back a little, surveying his shoulder wound for a second - it was deep and already bleeding, but he was not losing any strength due to it. "I'm fine, I'm fine!", he called back to his doe, and then lowered his antlers at the rival. His foe had a split second to open his scratched eye back up, at the time that Blixt charged at him. Lowering his antlers at the last second, the two clashed once again, Blixt driving him closer to the edge of the land. "Blixt, wait!", his rival began to say, but Blixt interrupted, "No, Dond, you will not speak! You threatened my doe, and I will not tolerate it!" Dond pressed back at him, "She was never yours to begin with!", he cried, and making the right movements, he threw his head toward the cliffside, making Blixt's body go with it.

Blixt barely caught the edge of the cliff, their antlers still locked. He was nearly off the edge, and looking back at his rival in horror, he mustered the voice to say, "Dond, this isn't worth dying over!" The words fell on deaf ears, and Dond's reply was, "Go with the Gods, Blixt!" At that moment, Dond thrust forward, his antlers releasing his rival's pair. Blixt lost his balance and fell off the side. He watched his brother stare back at him, as he hit the canopy of the trees and vanished into a grave of forest below.

"Blixt no!", the doe cried out, who ran toward the cliff side and looked over. He was nowhere to be seen, and Dond looked over to her, "He was not worthy of a doe.", he said. The stag walked off, his head raised high, as the doe fell to her knees and wept. "Blixt! Blixt!!", she cried out to him, awaiting a reply that would never come.

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On a bed of dead leaves lay the body of the fallen stag. He was motionless, several of his bones shattered from the plummet, and a small pool of blood collecting around him from the wounds on his body. A deep gash from the fall ran the length of his face. He was barely clinging to life, and his numb body felt nothing but a little warmth.

Another deer approached, one much larger than him, with beautiful white fur that glistened in the sunbeams. The pictogram between his great antlers read 'Michael'. "I'm so sorry for what has been done, Blixt.", his calm voice spoke to the fallen deer. "I'm willing to give you another chance.", he said.

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He awoke in a daze. Sitting up, he placed a hoof to his face, and felt something strange - a mask. Blixt staggered to his feet and looked around. He didn't recognize the area, but noticed the pond was close by. He walked over and looked at his reflection. A green deer looked back at him, his face covered by a green mask with lightning bolts below the eyes. Blixt did not remember a thing that happened before he awoke, though for a brief moment he saw someone elses face in the reflection...someone familiar...