Washed away by the blackness.

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The light of the sun streamed though the branches of trees, creating little streaks of sunlight on the golden forest path. Aiatt trotted along, to go to the pond for a drink. He took a deep breath and realized something was not right.

There were no other deer. No silly fawns playing and chasing after butterflies. There was not the smell of any other creature, just the cold, eerie wind. It suddenly got cold, and with the breath of the cold wind Aiatt shivered, and his eyes stung while a chilly breeze blew.

It stopped, and the world seemed darker now. A storm is coming in, Aiatt thought to himself, and kept moving on. Although he did not trot with happiness, he now slowly sauntered, as the cold, silent winds blew.

The snap of a twig and the rustling of bushes broke the silence.

Who's there? Aiatt called, twitching his ears. There was no other sound, and no scent. Was it his imagination? Suddenly something black plopped right in front of the elephant deer, a black glob. It quickly slivered up is leg and covered his body. Aiatt struggled to shake it off but the black thing's grip was strong. The elephant buck was wrestling with a black thing.

His body was covered in the black goo, and the goo slowly crawled up his neck and on his ears. As the goo did this it's grip tightened, and now Aiatt couldn't even move his legs or neck. He screamed for help, but it was cut off as the black goo covered his mouth and head. The mask fell off, and Aiatt fell to the ground, unconscious.

The goo went into his body, turning everything black. It went for his brain, turning it black. It erased his memories and rearranged his thought and behavior...

The goo then left, leaving the elephant deer's body. His fur was pure black and so were his antlers.

Then a king appeared out of the bushes, seeing the goo had done it's job. It jumped right into the King's hand, and he walked away.

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Hours later, Aiatt woke up.He had not remembered what happened, he didn't even remember his name. He just jumped up, snarling, showing his now long, sharp fangs. Kill... destroy... he growled in his mind. He snarled, then ran off, looking for another innocent deer.

As his soul had been turned dark, Aiattaua's soul had been ruined.