Chapter 1

There’s dark magic here... I can feel it. Consuming, feeding on everything in sight. Growing stronger. Taking over. Nowadays when I see a dark deer, I no longer try to help. There was a time I did try, and occasionally I was successful. But not anymore. Now I just walk on by with my head held high. Because when I help, all that becomes of it is pain. Pain and loneliness. That’s why, after I lost them, I cut myself off. I avoided deer. I slept during the day and lived my life at night, not wanting to get close to anyone for fear of being hurt. So I hide. All alone, in the dark. I suppose you could say I enjoy my life. The solitude and privacy. But every now and then I wake up because the memories have come back. The ones I tried so hard to push out of my head. So I lie awake and with all my might try to not think about what happened all those years ago...