Chapter 1 - Misplaced Uncertainty
It was the second day of his new life. The tree's were still in full bloom, though a gentle breeze from the east warned him that autumn would soon be here. By instinct he knew what that slightly chilled wind meant, though he didn't know for certain what would come of it. Large gray green eyes peered about the forest, taking in everything as he sat still upon the column base of a now deceased pillar. The Ruins. It was his favorite place. All though he'd been aware of his life for two days, he had already discovered places and things that he enjoyed. Despite the rather dark and dank appearance of the old structure, Kayl found himself utterly drawn to it. At times, it seemed as though the Ruins called to him, beckoned him into it's depths as a way of comfort. As if to say, "It's alright little one, come and rest here." He did not understand it himself, yet he did not care. He was alone, and the Ruins was a welcome retreat to his lost little soul.
Today he had come there because of a strange occurrence. On the first day of his awareness, he had met a few older deer here and there. Scattered and few in number. Feeling at ease, he had fallen asleep by a large old tree near a pond. The image had been perfect. Frogs croaked in chorus with little crickets, the water lapped gently and lovingly against the shore like a lullaby, and a few night birds perched their enchanting song right above his head. He had slept peacefully, no worry in the world.
