Fynn awoke near De Drinkplaats where the meadow of blue flowers marched across the terrain. He was confused, he'd never been in the forest until today. His mother doe told stories about it and mentioned how beautiful and peaceful it was, she was right. How he'd found his way to it is a mystery that nobody could answer. He remembers getting split from his group, but nothing more. His mother doe was nowhere to be found. Did the group not find themselves in the same forest?

Questioning himself, he went into a trot and burst right into the mushroom circle that surrounds De Drinkplaats, a puff of smoke made him sneeze. He wondered what he did to make the puff of smoke appear and figured out nothing. By now he was exhausted and thirsty so when he turned around and saw the water making it's way down the fountain, he galloped over and drank. It took him a while to realize what had happened, but when he bent over to take another gulp full of water, there was something wrong with his reflection. Only a squirrel had shown. He then realized that he had been transformed and stormed out of the mushroom circle in shock, only to be transformed back into a fawn. That gave him a fright, so he decided to stay away from the fountain.

Nearby, he heard the sound of hooves on the ground and he heard the call of another fawn. Could that be his group coming to look for him? He galloped in the direction of the call and when he got there, he realized that it was only another fawn dancing with a stag. For comfort, he decided to ask if he could join and they didn't mind. Together they danced until Fynn realized that he had to figure out where his group was and how he got to this forest. He said his farewells and headed off.

He found himself at a pond with weeping willows around it. A river was it's source, he thought, until he saw that on the other side of a stone bridge was an idol, one that was crying out the water of the pond. Fynn took extra caution when near the water, he was afraid of being transformed again, but when he noticed a stag drinking out of it and how he didn't transform, he relaxed. Fynn sat at the edge of the water, thinking, for hours and when he finally fell asleep, the sun had set and the moon had taken it's place on the moonlight throne.