A very BAD short story. XD Because I have no attention span for them and was only killing time while the new TEF version downloaded...


Birds sing contentedly in the high branches of the Endless Forest, sunlight streaming from above in lazy ribbons of warmth. Butterflies meander through the flower patches, touching down on the delicate petals with an angel’s soft caress. Nothing stirred, everything harmonizing with the forest so perfectly it was hard to imagine anything diff—

A loud crash and a blur of movement shatter the peaceful scene, a large gray stag bounding through the flower patch with a tiny fawn in pursuit. Both appeared to be having great fun, the large stag bellowing his amusement in a mighty roar. The midnight-blue fawn tries to mimic her mentor, but only manages a tiny squeak; even without her mask, the small thing had great trouble emitting sounds like the rest of the deer. She skids to a stop near the old ruins, rearing back in delight and emitting another pathetic mew.

The older deer skids to a halt as well, turning his great head and grinning in amusement. He was obviously quite old, the scores of prongs on his antlers and vaguely shaggy appearance betraying his age; nevertheless, his old eyes shone with an inner light, full of fun and mischief to rival any young fawn in the forest.

The young fawn tilts her head and paws at a large stone block, nodding her head and pawing at it again. The stag stamps his hoof and calls out in a slightly hoarse moo, hopping to the top of a large block and striking a pose. The small doe laughs and follows suite, mimicking the older deer’s pose as close as she possibly could. The older shakes his head and tries a new pose, lowering his head and glowering in mock-anger. Almost immediately the fawn does the same, adding a fierce squeak that causes the older to cower in fear. Laughter from both parties ensues, and the game continues for what seems like hours.

Finally the two wind up near the pond, resting contentedly underneath a weeping willow. The fawn nods off to sleep, curled against her mentor’s side as content as one can be. The old stag observes the Endless Forest for some time after, his thoughts peaceful and unperturbed…