She was just a fawn when her father died. Ever since she had a tough fawnhood. Sometimes she felt like drowning herself in the pond, so she could see her father again. Other times she would sit on a hill, and look at the stars, wishing her father could be right there, telling her the story of the stars.
"Every time someone dies, there is a new star in the sky. But some deer never make it to the stars. They can only become a star when their business is finished." He would say. And she would listen to her father's stories, looking at the night sky, dreaming of becoming a star one day.
Well...they didn't even know how her father died in the first place. Voice and her mother heard a fawn coming. It was her brother. "Dad is dead!" He blurted out. He showed them his dead body and they grieved.
Soon Voice grew up, but she still missed her father terribly. But something didn't seem quite right, and she could not find out what it was until she was looking at the night sky one night. The stars shone... but Voice... for some reason... she knew one of them was not her father. She was trying to find his star all night, but not one star was her father's. Then she remembered his story. Voice knew that if a deer died without his business finished, he would not become a star, so her father must of had some unfinished business. Maybe it was his death.... His death! How did he really die? Perhaps he was... murdered! Voice knew that if she wanted her father to become a star, she had to find his murderer.
Every day Voice became more suspicious of her father's death. When she asked her mother about it, all she said was, "It was just a fawnhood story. Your father safe in heaven right now, and besides, your father was so sweet. Who would of ever killed him?" Then she asked her brother. All he said was, "That was the past, and we should all focus on the present." and walked away.
It happened every single year, and today was no different. Only this time, there was an intensity not quite present in years past.
The group had holed themselves in the living room, not a word spoken between any of them. In the farthest end of the living room, a small dual-coloured fox was sunning herself on the sill of the bay windows; the orange peppered fur that glowed in the sunlight gave the impression of her being on fire, though she hardly looked disturbed by the heat her dark body was absorbing. Beside her on the floor was a considerably larger creature; adorned in garland trappings that coiled around his tines, yellow and white flowers peppering the moss that made up his frame, he too was sunning – for a very different reason.
Sprawled on the light blue carpeting in the middle of the room were three other deer. One was a small Muntjac doe, though her male build could have fooled a stranger; she was resting on the back of a larger doe, her magpie markings shimmering in the light that peeked its way through the windows. Curled up against the side of her stomach, ears flickering occasionally, was yet another doe – this one was even smaller than either of her two floor mates, her tiny brown body hiding her face.
The magpie doe turned to look at the final occupant of the room; her coat was pure white, contrasting the more neutral fabric of the couch she was occupying. Black tipped ears swiveled forward as glassy gold eyes came to rest on the blues that started back at her; she watched as the magpie’s eyes traced the fishnet that decorated her front legs.
“Do you like them?” The white doe asked, her voice low, slightly scratchy. The magpie’s eyes returned to hers, locking.
“They’re certainly different, that much I will say.” The magpie deadpanned.
The Endless Forest is a dream coming true for a little fawn named Luna.
After months of imagining fields of green grass, ponds with clear water and magical fountains, the Endless Forest appeared to be much more beautiful then in her dreams.
A long time ago, a small family of deer parents and a little fawn started a long journey in a search for a place called the Endless Forest. No one of them knew exactly where this place would be, but they kept dreaming about it like a vision. They followed the sound of hope calling in their heart; melodies of a fresh waterfall, hills with purple flowers and lots of other fawns and doe's to play with.
The journey was long and heavy. The parents of the little fawn were very old and constantly in danger on the travel. They didn't made it. The little fawn woke up on a grey morning and realised that she was all alone. Her parents were gone forever, eaten by a bear or a lion. Whatever it was, the decided to wait for it to come back so it could get her also. She would never made it to the forest in her dreams on her own.
But when night came, the moon started to talk to her with the voice of her mother. The voice reminded her to their one goal in life; finding the Endless Forest and starting a new, happy life. Blinded by the voice, the fawn started to follow it and after days of walking she arrived in the forest. On her own, lonely, but happy and surprised by all the beauty and safety.
Luna, named by the way she came in the forest, is a modest little fawn who's just trying to make a new family and friends. She misses the company of deers who really love her and care for her and sometimes she likes to just sit near the pond and watch the deer family and friends playing with eachother like she and her parents used to do.
But she never forgets the reason why she came her; her parents still want her to be happy.
The fawn cried out in exhaustion and loneliness, her eyes dripping glossy tears that were beginning to wear away her skin in chapped lines. The tears were hot, they stung and she could not stop crying. Little blackened spots dotted her path where the tears littered the ground, glistening before fading in puffs of blue smoke.
Gods, the tears BURNED! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CURSE ME, MOTHER? FATHER, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY? The fawn choked, crying out to the heavens and her parents. Upset and tired, the fawn collapsed to the moss of the forest, her tears finally exhausted to nothing. Unwilling to go in to the light to replenish herself in full, Phion fell asleep in a dim ray of forest sun, slowly building strength so that she would not have too much again.
Her curse was painful, you know... She can't hold too much light at once... or she will release it and cause power to explode out of her eyes, her mind, her body, destroying anything that comes in contact with it. She knew that the powers were given to her to save the forest and its creatures, but this fumbling that she was doing in an attempt to control them was atrocious. Brush and flowers sprung up where she layed, causing the young doe to sneeze violently. Soon, the dust coated her fur again so heavily that she had to stand and shake it off, gold pluming around her like feathers. And her head itched.... her spine itched... little spikes grew like pins from her scalp and spinal-area, itching and becoming longer by the day, starting to rupture as she rubbed them on trees and showing soft down.
Feathers were a pain.... life was a pain.... being a God-Child was a pain....
another tiny cry sounded, frustratedly echoing through the forest's loneliest parts.
