Day 1 ::
January 8, 2011.

I woke up in a strange place, suddenly surrounded by familiar scents and noises. I get up, stretching my stiff legs that have been traveling.
I look ahead, noticing the pond that him and I used to splash in and play with frogs.
The red fawn, who I have not seen for many months. Suddenly, I feel sadness in my heart. I look around to see deer cuddling and couples. I look up at the sky, and call out to him.
Nothing.
It was my fault, of course. I led him. We slept together inside the tree and I left him, unsure I could go on with him any farther.

...

I traveled far that day I left, and rested in an unfamiliar place. I stayed there for many weeks, but I could find no deer there.
Nobody talked to me.
I walked on in that strange place. I came across several bulls who fought for me. As I watched them, I learned from them, and practiced to myself alone.
Alone.
I decided that the place was not for me, and began to make my way back to the forest...
The Endless Forest.
I realized that me leaving was much better for myself. I became stronger, even though I did not fight. I learned to fight.
As I returned to the forest, I had forgotten many moves, for I had not run into anymore deer. I fell asleep in a patch of purple flowers.

...

Now, here I am, sad. I am much taller than I was when I was last here. I was stronger, but had forgotten how to fight.
I turn around to see a bull who is limping. He looked badly injured. I tilt my head, wondering how this bull could be so badly injured and no prize?
It also looked as if he had been attack several times.
I approach him carefully, and he notices me. He seems friendly. I look up at his eyes, and they look sad yet fierce.