~ This is beginning Quetzalcoatl's journey. As I have only just joined, he is still a fawn. I would like to document his life the way I fictionalize it, from beginning to end. Perhaps if I make some friends along the way, they will be featurd as well. Bear with my wild side. :3 Comments appreciated.

-- ONE --

There was, of course, the dawn, as much as there was the day. It shone upon the green-speckled ground like a layer of newness; it coated what had once been coated in black with a white, gleaming, shining white, and it expelled from the earth the impurities that had settled upon it in the nighttime. The sun was brilliant, blinding, as it moved gently above the horizon, smiling down upon the earth like it was greeting a long lost friend. And the earth accepted it as a friend, for it wanted to forget the hours of cold it had spent.

The sun's wide yellow rays traced arcing patterns across the landscape, cutting into the dirt with beams of light, shining brightly upon what had once been dark. A ray fell upon a small, hollow log, and that is where our story begins.

The log was not large, but certainly big enough for a fawn. It smelled slightly of mildew and had the distinct odor of abandonment; though the fawn inside did not yet know it, this feeling encompassed him as well. The gentle warmth stirred him from slumber, and he awoke with the bleary-eyed innocence that is to be expected of all children. From birth he had been taught to love the sun and all things holy; the golden warmth of it stirred in him a feeling of contentment. He moved from the log and stood, unfolding his slender limbs. His expression was one of bewildered happiness. He had awoken to beauty, but he was alone. Where were his parents?

This is not the story of an orphan abandoned, rising from the ashes and conquering life's trials. This is the story of a young fawn, helplessly thrust into the dark world with only a vision of the sunlight in his eyes. Quetzalcoatl understood, almost immediately, what had happened. He was intelligent, even at such a young age, and he had the capacity to realize when he had been forgotten. He also had the capacity to panic, but he did not. He stood outside the log, trembling and alone, and swallowed the large lump in his throat. That was that. It was time to move on.

This eloquent, amazing show of practicality would follow Quetz throughout all his life. As he stepped away from the log, he stepped away from familiarity and resigned himself to his fate of growing old without help. It was a daunting task, to be asked to fill the void where a parent should be. But he knew he could manage. He had risen from the ground like a flower; life could not despair him today. He was strong, capable, understanding. He was of the earth.