This is the third of three stories I will write as 'conclusions' for my Deadly Trio, as well as Quad. These are set in the near future, so that means that this story will not affect other writings I may do of my Deadly Trio that are set present date. This story is after Nekumbra's Revelation Story, which was preceded by Anirapio's Revelation Story. Please note that I am not killing Quad off, simply telling the story of how he would die.

Also since this story involves every Endless Forest deer, if you'd like to write your deer's thoughts on everything going on in the comments, please feel free to do so.

Anyway, enjoy

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"The darkness is coming...", he spoke, his voice low. It wasn't a day he wanted to see, but he knew. Quad looked over to Zephyr, "I need to tell you this, should anything happen to me...", he began, already seeing the look of concern in his daughter's eyes.

"Dad, please...", Zephyr shook her head, "You've beaten her once before. You always win. I know nothing will ever happen to you.", she spoke.

Her father smiled for a moment, but then he said, "You need to know what I have to say. If it happens that I am unable to beat her, I want you to run. I don't want you in danger. Run away, and find the Twin Gods. They'll know what to do.", his face was more stern when he spoke this.

He nuzzled her, and under his breath, he spoke, "I love you, Zephyr."

"I love you too, Dad, and I won't lose you.", Zephyr said in return.

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Quad arrived at Twin Gods Hill, looking over the Forest. He knew that the day had come, he could feel the darkness already starting to fester.

A small figure
Sits on a shelf
Once well loved
Now well loved by the dust

The days go by
The shadows dance past
The figure she watches
With eyes of glass

One day comes along
On the shelf a new one joins
But a tragic nudge happens
The figure falls, destroyed.

The pieces of the figure
Are picked up with care
So it goes, simply one day
The figure was just not there.

I'm late with the wishes as always, sorry xD I'm unable to make amazing art like the most of people on this community, so I decided to write you something and... Oh well, I'm quite anxious about cause it's the first time I post here some of my odd writings... I just hope you'll appreciate this little thought as somekind of gift by me. (everyone feel free to comment)

Just really inspired to write a story like this, not sure where it will go, but I figured I'd start somewhere. It won't be historically accurate, so please keep that in mind. Enjoy!

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Dust kicked up with each step he took, his sandals already worn from the long journey. He had many more steps to go, and many long challenges awaited him, but he was making good progress. The man walked along the dirt path alone, around him was grasslands and rice farms. An occasional boulder or pagoda was placed on the pathway, which he carefully observed. His hand gripped the handle of a katana, though relaxed at the moment. He knew he was alone on this path.

From a distance, a farmer caught sight of him walking along. The man rode on a small wagon pulled by steadfast oxen. He was returning to his farm from the nearby town, carrying food and supplies from the trades he made. He studied the man walking alone - his face was shrouded with a straw hat, but he could see long, seemingly dark-blue hair that grew down to his shoulders. The man wore a light blue kimono, and the farmer noticed him carrying a katana on his left side.

When the two were close enough, the farmer called, "Hello there, where are you heading?", his cart slowing as he pulled on the reigns, letting the oxen stop for the man to pass by.

The swordsman stopped for the moment to let his feet rest, and he replied to the farmer, "I'm traveling to Shinrin Village, is it far from here?"

The farmer shook his head, "Shinrin is just a few more miles in that direction. If I may ask, where are you traveling from?", he asked out of curiosity, taking a sip of water at this moment.

The man knew this farmer was not anyone who would be any kind of threat to him, so he answered, "My journey began at Shika Temple on Yagi Mountain."

Nearly choking, the spit the water out in surprise, "Yagi Mountain?! That's nearly on the other side of the country!