The sky was bright, everything appeared as if it were glowing from the morning sun beaming down on Likka. Likka is the planet that all of these amazing creatures live on, many animals enhabit this planet, strange creatures that you couldn't even find in your wildest dreams. They wear masks and costumes to scare off things that come to harm them. These things are even sometimes worn as symbolism to let the other creatures know who they are.
Urro rose from the wet grass to nibble on some berries nearby. He stretched and yawned pricking up his ears to listen to the clashing of antlers comming from a fight not too far away. Urro hears this and decides it is not safe enough to be close to this area, so he sniffs the air and dashes off dodging trees and rocks very careful not to run into something unexpected. Even though Urro was born only a year ago, he knows every part of this forest. All of this land is called the Endless Forest beacause if you try to look over the tree tops, you would never see the end.
Urro comes to a halt, eying a rabbit hopping across the grass innocently, not bothering anyone. The rabbit has dark eyes that look as if the were dipped into ink, a tail that must of come from a cotten mill, and the fur of velvet. He is snow white, with big feet that make a noise when they hit the ground. Thud... Thud... Thud. As soon as Urro meets eyes with the rabbit he tries to hide ehind a tree trying not to be seen so that he can chase the rabbit all the way down to the pond, like a race. Urro loves to race, he's raced ever since he was only a week old, he loves it. But it's no use, his antlers stick out from both sides of the tree, the rabbit cocks his head to the side never seeing a tree with antlers before and bounces off into the brush. Urro sighs, he's getting quite bored now, and his stomach isn't too happy today either. He spots a big patch of clover off in the distance, he smells it too.

Birds sang their choruses as the golden sun rose majestically in the far eastern horizon. The grass and leaves upon the trees shone and sparkled with early morning diamonds. Lifting his head, Quatar blinked his sleepy eyes. Another beautiful morning. Sighing as he heaved himself to his feet, nibbled lean grass shoots as he contemplated his night. What a horrible dream. Filled with nothing but enslavement and death. The troubling times ahead just had to come in my life time, didn't they! Marvelous. Just marvelous. And no doubt that dream was from the Fathers. *Sigh*, what I wouldn't give to be a normal deer... Lifting his head, froze. Quatar stared in horror at what he saw. The blue backed fawn that had been there the night before, was gone. Nothing was left but a skeleton.
"Thus the message is more dire than I dare believe! Then there is not a moment to spare!" filling his lunges with the damp morning air, Quatar loosed his voice.
Come Children of the Forests! The Fathers have given us an urgent message! Come and hear a woeful tale!!!
Pacing around the skeleton, Quatar wept. The flesh and muscles appeared to have just melted away. The grass beneath was burned, and the ground was covered in a sticky substance. Blood. His body trembled as his heart moaned in silent plea. Oh Divine Ones. No. Please no! Show mercy upon your Children Oh Lords of Time and Space. Do not let this evil come to pass.
"We the Divine Ones do not condemn and save as we could."
If this evil may be sated with blood. Then I shall attempt a bargain. My life in place of theirs...
"Blessed by the Heavens, Quatar Uunumrayel. Not a day passes that your love for the forests and their dwellers does not echo into the heavens. But there is no bargain. What is... is what must be..."

The people who have been asking how long you have to be a fawn.Well you have to wait for 1 month then your Buck!

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.