Quatar glowered at the blue backed fawn on the grass. This was stupid. Why am I so mad? I have no real reason to be. It's not like the little whelp did anything to me. Damnit! Get a hold of yourself!! Silently admonishing himself, Quatar shook his antlered head in frustration. This was getting him nowhere. Turning his face skyward, sniffed at the flower scented night air. Peaceful. But why? Why such unrest within my soul? Why am I in such turmoil?
The heavens lay dark in the great expanse above as the many ancient souls glittered. What is it? What secrets do you wield that I should be so troubled? I don't understand.
It had been years since he had felt such foreboding. Blessed with the gift of the heavens? Was that a gift? The ability to feel the magic of the Fathers? Was it not better to live out ones life in ignorant bliss? And now the sudden appearance of this blue backed fawn. Were the Fathers trying to warn him? But what great troubles were to come to the Celestial Forest? The most sacred of forests.
Gazing up at the Souls of the Fathers, questioned aloud. "I have been the Forest Guardian of this sacred place for nigh unto an hundred millenia. And I am no longer young. Why? Why does these troubling times come in my era? Do you wish to punish me for something wise Fathers? No. I know, I know. Ye do not control the wrongs of this world. Ye were tasked with one thing and one thing only by the Divine Ones, to watch over the Children of the Forests. I know. All too well. Such a simple command, and yet so hard. And what am I? A go between? A prophet? Hardly. A guardian. Yes. I know what I am. I have been this for so many years. And yet I still find it such a heavy burden. Oh, but I'm prattling at myself. Never mind. Never mind." Sighing heavily, Quatar felt suddenly tired, feeling my age probably, and nestled down into the tall swaying grass.