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Author's Notes: Whew. Already chapter 2. I'm on a roll. XD Though if this pace suddenly slows down, it's cuz this isn't normal for me. Heck, I have fanfics I haven't updated in a few years. ^^; But you're not here to hear about that. So, here's
Origins
Chapter 2
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He was alone. No other deer from the herd in sight.
Frankly, he was beginning to like it that way.
A sigh.
…ok, so he didn’t like it.
His mother hoped he didn’t take notice of the stares and whispers, but truthfully, he did. And every one of them hurt.
Especially when he’d tried to join the conversation.
He winced at thinking of the reactions he’d gotten when saying his dad was bright red, and called the Crimson Drifter because of it.
The other fawns had laughed, calling him names he tried to block out.
“Flat-faced freak” being the most memorable. What had they meant by that anyway? Deer didn’t have flat faces? Sure, everyone else in the herd had faces that were long and ended in narrow snouts, but was having a face not like that really so strange?
He gazed at his reflection in the waters of the calm brook. His face, so different, stared back at him sadly.
“There must be deer like me out there somewhere…” he mumbled to himself.
“Oh, but there are.”
His head shot up.
“Who said that?!”
No answer. Just the buzzing of the blue dragonflies zipping by as they caught their meals. One flew close to his ear, causing it to twitch, trying to bat it away. He shook his head in irritation, the buzzing making his ear itch.
“I did.”
Gray eyes widened. It was louder this time.
He frantically turned his head this way and that, but there was no one else in sight.
The dragonfly continued to buzz in his ear, actually landing on it.
