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I've been wanting to gift the TEF community with this blog since my joining over a week ago, especially after exploring many post's and discovering among them many writers, as well as seeing the writing events across the site. Writing a story for the Fables event the other day, I used Herne, the God of deer, provoking my need to do so even more. Then another event arose in the mix, The Fawn Storyteller. This also brought many memory's to my mind from one of my favorite authors books from years ago, David Clement-Davies. So with those few thoughts, let me ask, has anybody in this community read "The Firebringer".


Sorry to get off topic, but let me tell you a little first on how I had come about this author. Bear with me. =]

I remember my first time seeing one his books. I can't well remember the age, but I'm sure it had to be before I was in highschool. I was walking through the mall with my mother, and of course, being an avid reader, she stopped at one of the book stores. I always go through the books as well to look for interesting ones. As I searched through the many stories upon the shelves I came across a thick, white, hard cover book. Pulling it out I found only two eyes of a white wolf on the front staring back at me. Being that I loved wolves, and reading, I had to have it! Only at that time it was still a very expensive book, so this was not to happen.

But I never forgot that book, called "The Sight". In my "early years" of highschool I spent much of my time in the library during lunches, actually writing a book about wolves, as in my earlier years of writing I was into animal fantasy. On one occassion I had decided to check into this mysterious book I still longed for from years ago. Surprisingly, my library had it. I went to the isle it was located in and found it sitting neatly on the shelf once again, waiting for me to read it. As I went to grab it another book caught my eye, of the same author, "The Firebringer".

"Mother?"
I looked down to the little body pressed against my dark pelt, his brown fur illuminating in a few leftover autumn rays stretching through the trees from the fading light. With a soft voice I invited his curiosity.
"Yes darling?"
"What makes the sun set?"
"Well. . .no one really knows." I whispered as I looked far away into the dying orange glowing through the wood. "But, my father used to tell me a story when I was a fawn, of how the great spirit of the forest brought day and night to all living things."
"Herne?" He asked eagerly.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Well. . . . ." I began. .



. . . . . .A long, long time ago, in a magical forest, along a mystical river, lived two deer. A handsomely muscular twelve point stag and a beautifully poignant doe brought together by the forces of the universe for the perfect match, vowed to love and protect each other for eternity, for together they cast over the dawn of every morning, and cover us with the dusk of every evening. Without the sun rising and setting the world would not grow and time would seize. So the great spirit of Herne, the God of deer, put Dusk and Dawn together on Earth to roam the forest forever free of harm, and bring about another night and a new day.

However, Herne had one condition that came with this gift. As long as they remained together on Earth they were never to cross the mystical river at the edge of the huge forest. When Dawn asked Herne why they were never to cross, he replied 'Because when one of the spirits of the forest no longer has a place of life in this wood, I send them across the river to the other one, to roam free until I decide to send them back. I gave you the privilege to enjoy the forest forever, to cross the river to the land of spirit would be an insult.' With that Dawn didn't question him further, in fear of abusing Herne's generosity.

So the two deer enjoyed the forest day after day, night after night.

I open my eyes to fresh dawn shining through the spring leaves of the birch trees. The early 'kaa's' of the near-by raven and 'cooing' of the morning doves travel to my ears on a warm slight breeze. I'm the last in the small herd I'm traveling with to stir after our long rest. I stretch my tired legs and hurry to where the the adults are gathering up the group of young fawns I've played with for the last couple days. They're romping around excitedly in the aromas of the forest flowers between the circle of gathered elders. Something seems to be floating in the air, a kind of excitement. Even the adults look enthused for the days events. I quickly join in the celebration of whatever the day has in store, and prance into the fun, rearing up in the youthful play. After a couple pretend sparring matches with my fellow fawns, the adults signal that they are ready to start moving. Bummed that I didn't have time for a quick dance, I sulk into the rear position of the moving herd, but no sooner forget as my playful friends fill me once again with excitement! We run abound on the moss floor, weaving between the stern moving adults and shooting beneath their massive bodies. We even begin to make games of dodging the falling leaves and floating dogwood fuzz. I was just coming out of a patch of clovers chasing one of the other fawns when I ran smack dead into the lower legs of one of the big deer. Rolling backwards and looking up I saw the unmoved muscular legs and hind quarter of a very large, red-pelted deer. He turned his head slowly around and looked down disapprovingly. I shuddered back in fear, quivering at the magnificently monstrous figure and huge antlers that sit upon his head, but he quickly reached down to nuzzle me and let me know I was okay. Before I could return any affection the running fawns around me caught my attention. I watched as they ran into a grand opening before them, bleating and kicking their joy.