Sounds and darkness a nightare spining round and round, faces, blood,, ash, darkness, a scream

Light

Nyjersokar woke with a start. comming bolt upright he stared around him. It was morning panting he looked everywhere. Nothing no ash creature or darkness. With a deep exhal of breath he laid his head back down. His body burnt and throbed. Blinking he looked as his back. Screaming he lept up staring wide eyed at his once fine pelt. From mouse brown his pelt was now scorched black his skeletons outline was eteched in to it. Shudering he walked in circles staring at parts of him he could see.
The nightmare it was real. He collapest back down in to the leaves staring, but seeing nothing. The doe the fawn..Dead... but... he had not done anything to help them...he's let them die... he should have... but how..... he was a coward, a fool....a real stag would have stood and fought and... and ... died.

Racked with guilt he lowered his head and wept for Hazel and her little fawn. He wept in shame for his actions. exashun over came him, and he fell in to a restless sleep.

If he had looked around he would have seen he was in a ring of trees. the ring was made of one of each tree in the forest each trees branches where entwinded with the tree next to it. He was resting in the shde of the oak tree. As he slept the trees seemed to dip their branches to touch his blackand pelt. Each touch brough tremers to Nyjersokar's body, but he did not wake. Around him the trees whispered incantations as they touched him the words drifted through his dreams and began to take hold. The forest had chosen it's hero

He woke several hours later, the sky was overcast and grey. Smelling the air he felt no threat of rain. He stood up and shook himself. The reminace of words filted in his mind and then were gone. He turned and headed south away from the place of death and looked for water. not so much to drink more to see himself in. He soon found a small brook and stood staring at his face. His face like the rest of him was black as night. He could see his skull embossed in his pelt. It showed more depending on how the light touched him. His ram like horns had also become black and seemed sharper. Something moved to his left, he swumg his head low and stared at the spot there was nothing there, He was sure he had seen a grey fog patch there. It must be shock he toldhimself.

He supposed that life had to go on as normal and so set off to return to his normal haunt. He felt as though he was being watched but felt in no danger. some creatures probly wanted to drink but were to shy to approach The forest seemed devoid of life somehow. But he could spot the odd flicker of movment in the corners of his eyes. The world around him quiet and motionless so alien. So he walked on through the trees back to the ruins.

He had not gone far when he becan to realise that what he had though was just the wisper of wind throught the trees seemed to be voices. He stodded and stood to attention smelling looking listening feeling the ground with his hooves. There werer voices not loud but not silent they seemed to grow and fade as the wind did. He shuddered and quickend his pace. It took him most of the day to get his bearings and head towards the ruins. As he walked he began to notice things around him he had never seen before. There was a deep pulsating feel from the ground and when looking at tree roots that twisted above the ground he saw a small green glow traveling through them. The trees seemed to move in a different way. almost with purpouse he thought. Years ago he had joined a group of fawns listening to an old stag, he told them of fierce battles, great adventures and something that Nyjersokar only seemed to enjoy and these were the tales of what the old stag had called Majiks. These Majiks came from the life forces and where often given to Heros so they could complete thier tasks.

As a fawn he had always wanted to have special powers, but his mother was a low ranking female and so none of her offspring would stand a chance of being so blessed. Unlike Dominus, Nyjersokar snorted at the name of that fawn. "Hump!". It was often considered bad luck to name a child for their destany but Dominus's famly where head lords and did what they pleased.
NyjerSokar smiled at the memories of his fawnhood, days of learning and play. He had been walking without care for a bit The day was almost over as he reached the outskirts of the ruins, he had held his head low for much of the jounery as he reministed, but now something made him look sharply out at his home. Something had changed.