Although born by the Ruins, the Pond would be his death bed.
There was a certain charm about the place that none could describe. No one would dare claim the pond as their own as it belonged to all the forest's children. The willows stood like sentinels and provided the deer shade and a place to play whereas the rich grass fed growing fawns and hungry deer. It was the center of forest life and all the creatures respected the enchanted water. Rut battles were waged away from the ripping water and the idol that fed it with tears. Even the mysterious stone bridge was kept free from clutter and mischievous deer. The pond was a god in its own right and was treated as such.
The willows sighed in the breeze, waving their drooping branches like banners. One of the smaller trees stood near the shallows of the pond, overlooking a fawn that stood in a bright patch of light. His face was turned towards the sun and eyes shut with ears twitching every so often. He seemed to be taking in the world that he was unfamiliar with. There was still so much to learn and soon he would be grown, sporting antlers and a deeper bellow. Did he feel rushed at all? No, not really. The fawn was calm, unusual for his age, and felt he would learn if he had patience. His opened his eyes--pale blue-grey--and blinked against the bright light. His tawny coat with white ink spots and pale belly suggested he was just another child of the forest. But as he was learning, looks could be deceiving and even deer with the darkest of pelts and scariest of masks could be as sweet as summer berries. He was an unusual forest child and hadn't a clue.
Ouija huffed then flicked an ear before trotting off, ready to begin his day. Like most fawns, he liked to play and dance and hop around. Whether or not he would find a playmate was not a concern for him, he knew ways to entertain himself. He was a quiet fawn and rarely bellowed or made any noise at all. It was not that he was shy--he was nothing short of a social butterfly--but found that there was little to say. Fawns did not want to sit and talk, they wanted to run and leap and flail their hooves. Ouija saw nothing wrong with talking but never questioned the behavior of the young deer. He was one of them and would act like them.
Two adults in bright pelts and fancy masks rested under a thin tree, talking quietly amongst themselves as a trio of fawns rolled in the grass nearby. Ouija walked a short distance away from the adults, paying them no mind. Out of the corner of his eye, a spark of light caught his attention and he paused mid-stride. Had it been one of the older deer? He set down his raised hoof then looked towards the adults, perking his ears in their direction. The forest was shadowed beyond them and it seemed neither adult had caused the spark. As he stared, one of the adults paused the conversation and looked back at the pale eyed fawn. Soon, the deer's companion was watching the fawn and their expressions showed confusion and curiosity. Did the fawn need something? One called to him, asking if he was alright and the fawn simply nodded. Silly of him to think they had caused the light; he was just seeing things.
If only such were true. The fawn would see these sparks and wonder what they were before dropping the thought entirely and pushing it out of his mind. It could be that his eyesight was poor or maybe he was a little bit crazy. The Ruins comforted the fawn with its mystery and wonder and yet there he saw the sparks the most. If not sparks, then fast movement or vague foggy shapes that disappeared as quickly as they had come. Yes, Ouija thought, I am going crazy and blind. For the most part, the things seen out of the corner of his pale eyes were rare sights but still present none-the-less. Ouija didn't think about them often. He was a regular fawn and regular fawns didn't see ghosts.