Time passed and I grew strong, forgetting the fear of this place for now all it was a stain upon my heart. At first I was terrified when I first saw the strange creature, I ran far till I came to a pond. Only to find the same creature, smaller with the look of innocent fear staring back at me from the reflection of the crystal pond. I stood dumbfound splashing about in the water and then staring at it trying to understand why the creature seemed to slip from my hooves, to then learn what a reflection was. And realize what I was. It seems strange to be what I am... As if I wasn't this... As if I might have been something else like a dove or a crow. After awhile I grew brave and began to watch the... Others. They seemed friendly and cheerful and I soon joined them in there strange games of jumping about, as if flying and climbing trees. I never can figure out how they jump up into the trees. I try each time to find them giving off an infectious laughter. However it was not the only strange thing they went about doing. It happened often enough, as if it was the most normal thing to do... But they could change. Most of the time they would shine brightly and make another deer shine by pointing at them and the next instant they would be a different pattern or color. Sometimes there faces changed, or there antlers. I feared this and ran every time they had done it, but just like I had befriended them, I joined there antics. Soon after going to trees and mushrooms, we would point at each other and give each other the strangest looks at fall to the ground laughing as a fellow in the group would become green with a long red and white mask and horn antlers. Yes. I soon forgot my fears and joined there antics of running about. As time went I began to notice some of the fellows I hung out with would change, one day they were small and tiny making roaring sounds. Then suddenly, the next day they would return larger, with a dark brown felt and antlers. They had all left our group of laughter, and I was the only one left. Everyday I treat it like my last. I race through the forest leaping over logs and boulders, roaring, splashing through pools water, and using a bit of magic to become the other things that live in the forest. Even being a bit vain and staring at my reflection in the pools of water. I know the end is coming to this young body, I already miss it even now. Not only that, I feel a great change coming not only to me, but the forest as well.


(Sorry about grammar and other stuff, never have been good at this sort of thing. This is just a story about the life of my deer.)