A young doe once wandered into the ruins of an old place when the air was thick with mist. She found three stones there, arranged in a triangle. Foolishly, she laid down within them, drifting off into sleep with no thought of danger. When her eyes next opened, she found herself in a strange land, where the deer had faces of men and halos above their heads. With no name and no voice, she wandered by herself, listening to the strange creature's tales of the Twin Gods. Hatred grew in her heart, and on one dark night she stole away a picto from a young fawn, letting him drift into nothingness. She wore her prize upon a string around her neck, and learned the spells and magic which only a name can grant. Whenever the mist strikes, though, she can be seen wandering aimlessly, lost in visions of a world past.
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