October 31, 2008 - 3:22am — celticmystress
The wind rattled the bare leaves,
who had hung onto the branch longer than their kin. The wind whipped by the fur in a hurry.
Another year.
Through the mist, she emerges. A select few run to her side. Yet others remain skeptical of this shady doe. She dosen't keep to tradition of cutting her antlers, showing her femininity... She cannot see, she cannot hear, she cannot speak. All the more reason to hate her. Fawns rush to her side, finding comfort to one they recognize. The one they knew never wore a costume, on such an occasion. The ruins were always where they gathered. A spot that remained a mystery in the forest. The forest, which no human ever set foot on, and yet the remains of whom dwelled.
Far up, on a peek of stone and debris, hung a bell. Scathed by time, and weather. Rejection had turned this once shiny copper bell, into a green rusty bowl. The entire side of the bell, was cracked. It was the only thing in the whole forest, she ever loved as much as the nameless and the fawns. As much as the candles atop her head, giving her aura light, and showing her spirit the way-- while her own eyes could not.
Back then, my dear fawn if you listened hard enough-- you could hear the bell ringing faintly in the wind and fog. But only when it was windy and foggy did it toll. Slightly. It gave some comfort, it gave others fear and some didn't hear it at all. But this doe knew what it was, and it was the only thing in the world she could hear. She couldn't hear the speech of the gods, nor the whisper of a frightened fawn, nor the loving words of a stag-- only the tolling of the old copper bell...
A wind storm swept through the forest, tearing the remaning leaves off of the trees, and with the leaves, the bell crashed. From atop the tower, and the peek of the stone chapel, it leapt off and hit the stones below with a deafining "BONG!". The entire forest awoke with a shutter and raced to their hooves. A circle formed around the bell, which seemed smaller than they had all imagined, and in even worse damage than they could've dreamed for the sound it made was so haunting and full. The doe emerged from the mist, also alarmed by the sound, and to find a circle of deer. One guided her, as she walked through the rubble of the ruined church and she stood before the bell.
A stag took up the bell in his antlers, the large beaded rope by which it hung on the top of the chamber, he dropped it around her neck. The day she was accepted, my dear friends was on this night. And to this day that doe wears the bell she found. The only thing in the world she could ever hear.
Ok, I have Blackhoof to thank for that, and for the wonderful picture I was drawn, picturing Mystress with a bell around her neck. I wanted to make a story to go with it... So, there it is. I hope you like it...
That's awesome! I drew
AWW ROWY! Lol, thats
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Beautiful <333 n.n -- Dannii
-- Dannii <3
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Such pretty words typed down!!! The story reminds me of when I was
little and how I would always use a toy deer (toy fawn) to represent
a soul, and how it would appear in a fog. -tackel hugs-
Awesomess writting my dear!
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Thank you thank you
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Very lovely, Mystress.
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"Mystery within mystery, the gateway of manifold secrets..." Yorres, Lightcreator
What a lovely story
That has brightened my day. c:
Yorres: True, you should
Emiva: Aww, thanks 'Meevee. I'm glad it brightened your day ^^
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verry pretty and cool from
from savannah and myself :3 ^_^