So I`m thinking of writing up a story for TEF. This is just a little oneshot a I thought up that would be based off the story.

Sunlight shone through the dense wooded trees, bathing the lush green forest in sunlight. The spots that the sunlight did not reach where spots of cool, misty shades. The fawn breathed in the air as it ran through a patch of shade, heading for its destination.

The fawn kept joyfully running until its little hooves suddenly stopped, digging into the soft soil. Before it lay a calm, unbroken, blue-green pond. The fawn bent down, lapping up the water. It tasted magical, the clear, clean liquid. So... magicial.

The fawn finished drinking and looked up. It blinked, flicking its ears in contentment.

That`s when the fawn saw it. A flash of something, out of the corner of its bright eyes.

It looked up. On a hill next to the pond stood a huge gray black stag. Its antlers were blood red, its eyes even more so. They glowed and flashed with pure malice.

The fawn froze, half out of shock and the other of denial. The forest was a safe, sweet place. The deers were all kind-hearted and fun. Surely its eyes must be playing tricks on it?!

Perhaps there was something wrong with the pond water.
No. There was never anything wrong with the pond water.

The deer loomed over the pond and the fawn, looking down on it in a way that would have unerved even the most mighty, steel-hearted deer. Yet the fawn still refused to believe that something would hurt it.

It was so sad. As a huger shadow rose up over the pond, and the fawn bellowed in fright as a plume of gray black ash rose up behind the shadowy stag, it still didn`t run.

Even as the stag began to run toward the pond, the little fawns feet were only begining to turn.

When the stag lept over the pond-yes, the whole length of it-bringing the smoke cloud with it, only then did the fawn start to run in, mauing in pure, raw fear.

A maw that was never before heard, ever, in the forest before.

Alas, by then it was far too late? For as the fawn started to dart away, it was swallowed up. The brightness, the lithe body of the young and eager, it was all abosorbed into the darkness, as the last terrified mawing pierced the crisp morning air.

So-it seemed?- that the fawn had not been so lucky. That it had not survived.

Or maybe it did. But what as?

It it scarier to die, or be trapped? Alone. In the darkness. Forever.

Nothing. Dust and ash.

And after that, the ash cloud grew just a little bit bigger.
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Gack, poor little fawn. Don`t worry, it didn`t die. The poor things just trapped.

Ah, must stop coming up with new ideas. If I do write this story, I have a lot to think about. Lol.

EDIT: Had to re-post cause of mistake I made with the posting, lol.