Night. Full moon.

She had been staring at the moon. Glazy eyes. She had lost her concentration on what she was doing: walking.
The brown stag had already noticed her state of mind, waiting for her.
He called out when she didn’t seem to want to wake up.






”Poltergeist!”






She shook her head in confusion, eyes back to focusing on the stag.







”I’m… Sorry..”





They continued their walk. Virgil had guided her to take a drink, and now, they would walk back to the spot she choose to give birth on.




Since today was that day.









She was terrified.













…V-v-virgil…









”Yes?”





The pain.. It’s getting so much worse now.. I think… ..They are c-coming…




Her pupils gone wide. Unfocussed.



The Hart didn’t know what to do. After all, he never gave birth.



Poltergeist trembled. Eyes on the ground. She did not want to move anymore.
He tried to soothe her, talking to her, coming closer, but she started screaming.


”I CAN’T DO THIS!”


”You need to calm down…”


”I CAN’T! G-GET TREES! I DON’T- I CAN’T DO THIS!


He stared at the panicking doe in confusion. But Trees he knew. The Hart didn’t want to leave the doe in such a state.



But he had to get Trees.























”She asked for you.





She’s panicking.”





The kabuki-pelted doe watched worryingly alongside with Virgil.





”Polt, hey..”



The doe stepped forward. The brown stag decided to keep his distance. Birth was not something the stags had anything to do with.


Trees settled herself next to Poltergeist.
The young doe was curled up, as far as that was possible. Her eyes wide open, staring into nothingness.



”I’m scared Trees…”








Trees.
Trees had been an important figure to Poltergeist.
Catching her when she’d fall.








”You’ll do fine.


You need to relax.”









The yellow eyed doe took a deep breath, and blew out to the sky.
An image formed from her breath, to calm down Poltergeist.
It was called storytelling.









”You are not doing this alone…






























She was exhausted.











A fawn’s bleating, one fawn quiet.












It wouldn’t make a noise, she knew that.
He was fine, though.
So was his loud sister.











A boy, a girl, she had names for them.












Trees was crying.


















On the hill, spectators were unsure about their approach, although the fawns had been born.













Was she alright?

















The nightsky pelted doe turned her lips close to her children, whom had huddled together at her side.













”Otis… You won’t speak but… That surely will make you one who hears well…















She whispered at the blue colored boy, pecking a kiss on his white hair.
He smiled at her.













Poltergeist turned to give the girl a kiss, stroking her purple hair with her lips.








”And you, Sterre… You are as beautifull as the stars.. And I’m sure you’ll outdo them later…










She smiled wide, before letting out a bleat.


















Poltergeist shivered.














Surely this was the last bit of strength she possessed.











She lifted the necklace from her neck, putting it around both her children.











”Don’t forget…















…I will always…












..Love you…”
















And after this last breath…















…Her body went numb…




















…And then everything…













went black.