Chapter 1
The Start of Herd

Silence
The fog stretched over the land, filling it with fear, and horror, making screams that fed the dark shadow coming for them, the fear if its prey, the desperate groans and cries, making it stronger every second….no hope, no joy…was left after he came, he took life and light away from the forest…and it, will come back again to make more damage to the world.
It was quiet, maybe too quiet. It seemed like nothings swifted in the woods. The fog covered the land, making the creatures that were full of joy and happiness hide I n
The clutches of the night, and forget the joy of life. The sun shined I knew that, but the fog was so think it didn’t let any light in, the only light you could see were the candles of my antlers. I was the only one out in the tremendously thick fog. None knew why this had happened, or what had caused it. There was very little food and the fishes had increased a lot, since the water covered half or even more of the land. It rained almost every day. As I trotted to the pond, that was quite big now. I kept on looking around, wondering if there were a herd near. For I had heard the hoofs of them hit the ground. I took a drink and I jumped back, dropping a candle in to the water. What had made me do so?
I saw two shadows move through the fog, I look harder and then saw other things chasing them. They had long slender faces, and their antlers were long. I heard a call and it sounded like a fawns call. I ran as fast as I could to the shadows in the fog, and bit the neck of one of the beasts. Feeling something kick my stomach I let out a groan and fell down to the ground, the ache was killing me, I got up and got slammed to the side of a tree, leaving me a long scar on the side of my head. Leaving a deep wound on my neck, not knowing if it was a she or a he I just kicked it in the jaw braking its teeth and maw, leaving it on the ground, defenseless. I saw the other two beast’s chanter away in fear, after seeing their friend being killed. The fawn quivered and cried, at the presence of the dead beast.
I nuzzled it to comfort the scared little creature, wondering where the mother was. There was no call of a doe, no sound. I slowly pushed the fawn up so it could stand. Smiling I slowly walked over to the playground. For there was my den, the fawn followed close behind with its head down, I layed down on the soft green grass and gazed at the fawn. It got down to the ground and snuggled beside me. Feeling a bit awkward at the presence of a fawn lay down beside as if I were its Father, I gazed at him in wonder. Questions filled up my mind. I wondered if this were a start of a herd? Or if it will remember who I really am in the future? If he knows that his mother is probably dead? Or, or…if I should give it a name?