The leaves rustled on the trees, and the bushes struggled to stay upright. Through the darkness, you could see the red eyes of wolves hiding throughout the trees while deer and other innocent animals said their silent prayers. The forest didn't always used to be this way. There was a time when the wolves weren't in power, when the deer were rulers of the forest and life was peaceful. None of this would've happened if weren't for a fawn, who's life was fuled by pride containing curiousity. The wolf's ruler first started with a pawstep. One pawstep that made a clitter clatter, absorbed by the ears of a wolf. Before we go much farther, we must explain the story of how all this even came about. We must travel into the story of Into the forest.

Curban opened his voilet eyes that shined in the sun. The ground of which he slept was warm, but the air was still fresh and cool. The trees stood tall before the small fawn, as he looked up at their bark, trying to find the eyes in which they watched him. Curban really didn't know if the great trees really could see him, but it wasn't to late for him to ask his mother if it was true. The fawn must've not noticed that the warm fur that was against his back last night wasn't there. Curban perked up his ears in search for a sound. Finally, he gave up and looked back to where she was sitting. There was an inscription that said, went to gather herbs, be back soon. Oh well, thought Cruban, I guess I can survive on my own four legs for a while until she arrives, and with that, he waited for her return.

It must've been hours before he was bored out of his mind. It's been a very long time since the time she had left this morning. When was she going to be back, thought Curban. The young fawn was starting to become worried, what if she never came back? What if he would have to learn to survive on his own for the rest of his life? A whisper interrupted his thoughts. It said to follow the sound, and it would lead him to his mother. Well, he couldn't argue with that, so Curban decided to follow the strange voice.

As he followed the whispers, the forest was starting to look Unwonted and unusual. It was getting dark, and the trees with getting thinner, and thinner. This was starting to get a little to weird so the fawn asked the voice where they were going, and it said that he would have to wait and see. A large grey boulder was coming up ahead with a hole in the middle, leading to the entrance of a cave. Curban hesitated to walk in but he knew that he was a fawn, brave and some noble so he took the risk. When he got tot he very end of the cave, he heard a shriek. That was the cry of his mother! This must be a trap! Finally getting control of himself, Curban asked the voice to show itself. It was a large black wolf with menacing red eyes an cutt up scruff and ribs. Its face was scarred and Mangled while it wore a crimpson red cape attached to its neck by a golden ring. Curban couldn't see the wolf from this end of the cave so he raced for the exit, but the wolf was there waiting for him. The monster grabbed the fawn by the scruff and threw him at his mother, who was tied up in a net. Curban nugged his mother but it was obvious to see that she was dead. This must be the end he thought...and there was silence, for the fawn was never seen again.

This tragic event lead to the wolf's rise in power. The deer cowered in fear, and the wolves won a great victory. This story as yet to change still, yet my friends the profecys were not over.Still now blackness regains the forest, and there will not be peace until whats ment to happen happens...