Clear air whipped through the leaves and tussled the animals who stirred in their holes and warm beds of leaves. A hushed silence swept through the forest, as if waiting in a shushed silence. Colorful leaves on the trees slowly balanced on their thin stems and as the wind blew, fell off sailing on the currents of air. a shadow fell on these leaves on the ground, and the great figure of a deer appeared.

The stag's antlers towered on his head like the branches of an ancient oak tree. Th bark of these great antlers was covered in silk, and the deer's fur was long hugging his massive body, a warm winter coat. The deers powerful legs stood straight and muscles bulged beneath the silky dark brown fur. It shined and rippled in the fall sun, as the animals stood to watch the mighty deer walk across the forest path.

The deer's humanoid face was stern, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were a deep blue, thick layers of clear ponds rippled in them and they reflected the sadness that came with fall, the trees going to sleep and the chirping sound of the bird quieting down. The deer quickened his pace and crunched through the leaves. He looked down.

It seemed as if the world was coming to an end. His family was gone for the fun of the game. The sharp sound of bullets echoed in his ears, a never ending chorus.

He remembered it clearly.

It was midmorning- he was sitting on the edge of a small rock cliff. Dirt was piled up on top of it and grass grew creating a soft cushion. Below him was a small pool of water- perfectly clear with not even a ripple. Smooth, long, flat rocks made up the bottom of the pool. There were two deer standing across from him, looking in.

One, was a light brown speckled with white, the sign of a fawn growing to become a stag. His eyes were green, and his mouth was turned upwards into a smile. He quickly looked to his brother. He was black, with chocolate brown eyes like mud, he was smaller with studs of antlers.