(Important plotline entry, continuation from Phion and Iugulare's meeting:
"Inside....Innocent....Easy Prey.........."
*Note*
This takes place in the poppies at roughly (-56,99) on the map... a place I call Aureia's Garden. This area has all kinds of flowers and saplings and trees.
*/Note*
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Emerald eyes opened again on the world. Following the encounter with the stoat, Phion was left bereft of spirit and greatly disheartened. All she wanted was to show the stoat that she could live peacefully as not have to worry about her wish for world-domination, the Infected Wolves, or the infection itself. But was that really the reason?
Phion was starting to doubt that herself.
Was all of this for selfish reasons? Was she so bent on Iugulare becoming her sister? Was it really her tiring of the problem of the Infection? Her age would breed a small span for problem-solving. Though true, a God-Child should be more mature, right? She had shown it on occasion. Was it so, that she become selfish and seek only things that make her happy? Was she not inherently good anymore, if she ever was? Had the ermine Iugulare poisoned her mind? Was she to be a fallen angel, much like the pretty white Crybaby... or the past lives of many others not born in this forest? Did she have to succumb to being good at all times? But did she ever have to be bad?
Phion was befuddled, her mind jumbled as she stared blankly out at nothing. The prattle of birds in the trees seemed to fade away. Had Iugulare poisoned her? She could not see. She had no focus in her thoughts... as if drugged by the poppies that surrounded her in Aureia's Garden.
The young doe closed her eyes again. She blocked out the last of the beautiful forest she was made from. Why was her home not helping her now? She could never do this alone, a fawn in a big and wide world. Phion was lost, the beast of thought at her heels....
Would her gangly, thin legs carry her away fast enough?
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The tiny fawn blearily sniffed a flower in her mother's garden. Her eyes, unseeing, were opened wide. Phion took a brief moment to walk to sunlight. Her senses, which should be sharpened to sense danger, were as dull as that of an old toad's. The ethereal fawn found herself in a deep rut.
It was not Aureia who joined her there, but her father: Michael. The great stag's pelt brushed his daughter's. Their pelts melted together as they comfortably settled themselves in to the flowers.
She asked me to come.
I know, that's why I did.
Thank you, Father.
For?
Being here. It is no fun to be alone, Father.
I know, daughter....Phion. My most beautiful young flower.
I am not, Father, though I am created in your very image.
And why, Phion?
Because I am an evil creature.
No, you are not evil my silly fawn. You are just not perfect.
I want to be, Daddy.
Nobody is perfect. Not ever.
Nobody? The fawn gaped.
Nobody. Not even I am. The God Stag replied , kissing his daughter on the crown of her head with a warm chuckle.
Dad?
Phion?
Can I ask for something?
Phion. You have to do this on your own. You are the only one that has... welll.... spoken quite like that to her...
relatively peacefully... in that particular way.
Dad!
Phion? He asked, looking on his daughter's child-like smile and brightening eyes.
If I ask... will you?
I will.
Phion, you know as well as I that we are just deer with gifts. Your mother, your Father, The Great Oak, all were deer born with abilities, whether it be creation, controlling light, or turning in to the very forest. We are not gods... though we accept the gratefulness of those we have created.
Yes Phion, I will.
