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NOTICE:: Although I am taking my leave from the TEFc, I will be leaving this here.



All illustrations in my fanfiction are done by the fabulous Ephra.

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Prologue: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter One - Discovery: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter Two - Crying Idols: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter Three - Following Sorrow: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter Four - All in a Night's Work: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter Five - A Second Night's Work: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter Six - The Heart of Me: Click!- Illustrated

Chapter Seven - The Morning After: Click! - Illustrated

Chapter Eight - Her Choice: Click!

Chapter Nine - Found: Click!

Chapter Ten - Chasing Dreams: Click!

Chapter Eleven - Rubies in the Pond: Click!


[b]Chapter Twelve - Empathy Resonance:

Prologue: http://endlessforest.org/community/rubies-pond-short-prologue

(Please note, events in this story will not affect anything in the forest itself. And I am a lame writer. =/)

Corrected spelling error of 'Deermuda' and grammar issues.

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Chapter One - Discoveries

The following sunrise brought no hint that there had been a death the night before. As the dimness between tree trunks vanished, the luminescence of sun rays lit upon the still sleeping residents which named the Forest home. However, tucked in more secluded areas, various aged fawns, some barely a few days old, were already standing on wobbly legs and nudging their mothers for an early breakfast. The older youngsters were already entangled in play, their thin legs strengthening with frolicsome sparring.

Further away, in the birch section of the forest, an antlered doe with no young of her own stirred. The ground on which she slept was believed to be cursed, so it was no surprise to see that there was no other deer nor fawn around. The only company the female had were small robins and other assorted birds, which performed their morning chorus about the collection of large rocks known as the Playground. The doe herself was a dark grey colour, almost black. Still, unlike others of her kind, her beautiful face was framed by a purple mane, styled in a feminine, yet sinister fashion, partially hiding the deep emerald orbs which opened to the light of the new day. She rose her head which was adorned with two large red antlers, fan-like as they reached out beside her body and spiked suitably for combat. Their weight did not seem to bother the doe as she stood up gracefully, like a Queen of this deserted, so-called cursed place.

Lieka rose her elegant head to the air and inhaled, whilst her ears pricked for signs of life. It was still early, and there did not seem to be much movement nearby.

I have decided not to include Walter in this story as of -yet-. For now, I've changed the plot and everything, so please be aware of any lameness that follows.
This prologue is short because in a way it's a warm-up for me. Also I'm at my grandmothers and I'm a bit fussy of letting them see my work, so I try to hide it a lot too. But enjoy!

None of the characters are in the prologue, but they'll all be included soon.

Oh, and I finally decided on a title. Wewt. Each chapter will have a title except this prologue.


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With the obscure surroundings hiding the glistening black waters, the sound of a form slipping into the pond was heard. It was a creature, musky and brown with tainted and stained patches running the length of it's furry flank. The thing was an animal, reaching over seven feet in length, crowned at one end with a structure of imperial spears. Yet these remained motionless, as did the entire form as it silenty drifted along the gentle currents of the polluted liquid surrounding it.

Standing some metres away was a shadow, as silent as the night which had overtaken the forest. It was a large silhouette compared to that of the individual floating in the water, also crowned but in a more severe manner. The four powerful limbs of the monster easily turned it away from the bank on which it stood, and with a surge of strength it bolted away from the scene to be cloaked between the intricate pattern of trees.

The mass which had been afloat in the dark pond was soon at it's destination of the shallows, where it continued to remain throughout the night, as dormant as the life surrounding the area, with only the occasional panicked splash echoing from the local residents of the gloomy basin. The contamination of the water slowly spread, until not a shimmering inch of the black water was seen.

The Beginning: A History of Demon's Birth

Everything must have a start, and that too includes a particularly well-known individual called Walter. Or as most people refer to him: The Demon Gazelle.

When it began, the surrounding world was dark. Vision was impossible, yet hearing was not. The call of birds could be distinguished, accompanied by the soothing trickle of running water nearby. So when Demon awoke for the first time, the sounds could be identified with vision and his life could begin.

The first sounds were the birds high above in the air. The second sounds were of his hooves as he took his first steps. The third noise was his call, which echoed throughout an almost deserted forest.

Almost? Well, it seemed so, because there was no other living deer around. Not even another asleep just as he had been. Still, smaller critters: squirrels, frogs and birds, were all busy passing by, doing just as they had done when the world was formed. The stag watched with curiosity and amazement as a small amphibian passed him by, hopping and croaking as if everything were normal. But how could they be normal? The land was empty..


On the second day, Walter awoke once more to the sounds of the birds in their nests, the croaking of the frogs and the running of the water. He was bold this time; his feet took him out from between the trees, and out into a bright clearing. From here, his eyes could see that the world around him was beautiful and at peace; the running water he knew so well could be seen running into a pond. Keen to explore this paradise, the young stag wandered forth, and indulged himself in the water of the river.

What a delight! The water was neither too cold nor too warm, but a refreshing temperature. He drank from the river for a few seconds, then ventured further downstream to see this pond better. He noted the bridge along the way, and for a moment, stopped to look at the structure.