Please press the title, "The story of Ialu" because for some reason, the whole thing isn't showing up!
"It's a boy! The god's sent us a baby boy!" Maura cries out to her husband, Hornet. Hornet bolts to Maura with such excitment. They both look down in front of them to see a little fawn, facing the other way, lying in the purple flowers. "I can't wait to see the little guy's face!" Hornet says in a quiet but playful voice. A butterfly lands on the fawns nose, making it sneeze. His head poked up out of the flowers and looked around. His parents did not want to frighten him, so they stayed put, anxious to see his front side. Maura was un-patiently tapping her hoof. Hornet creeped forword a little, but then stepped on a twig to make a loud snap. The fawns ears shot up. He quickly turned around his head. "yaaAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Maura screemed in terror. Hornet jumped back in surprise to see, on the fawns face... no eyes. "W.....wh.....where are they?" Hornet stutterly whispered. Maura, shaking, backed away slowy, stairing at the eye-less face of the fawn. "I... don't know." she answered. Hornet led his eyes up to the sky. "Why have they sent us a mis-shapen son?" Maura responded by running off... with Hornet following. The fawn was left alone. All he heard were mumbling, and then the stumbling of hoofs fainting away. It was quiet. He eventually found out how to use his legs to get up and walk. Then, he lived on, alone. He grew by himself, knowing that once he hurd the stumbling of feet coming towards him, he would hear a yelp, and then the stumbling of hoofs get quieter and quieter. But this fawn had a big imagination. He dreamt of magic stories at night, sleeping in the flowers. He played with butterflies, which was a light and tickly feeling to him, all morning. He daydreamed all afternoon. That was the life for him. That is all he ever knew. But one morning, as he woke up, he heard a soft beating of hoofs getting closer and closer. He perked his ears up, knowing about the same routine he would get with that sound. But these hoofs, these did not go away. They came up to him. The fawn could feel a warm breath on his head. The figure looked down. "You are alone, fawn?" The beast said. The fawn did not know what to do, for he never learned how to talk. Instead, he felt for the voice with his nose. It touched something wet, but warm. The figure's nose. "I will teach you to speak."

-End of part 1