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The pronghorn bounded in the Forest, holding his head up curiously. The leaves haven't fallen. "It's too late for all of this...", he said to himself and the surrounding trees.

Pent approached one of the older trees, tilting his head at it, "Why do you retain your leaves? Have you forgotten the seasons? The Autumn tradition is for the trees to give up their leaves. So why do you keep them?"

The tree spoke to him, and he tilted his head once more. "My silly friend, there is no shame in giving them away. It's their time to go. You should know that, of all the trees in the Forest, you should be well aware that you will have new leaves by the Spring."

Pent continued, "Don't forget the cycle, all of us must go through it. Birds, deer, trees, grass, fish, bugs...every one of us will find our resting time. But death is not the end, as the moment we die, a brand new soul is born. The same goes for your leaves. They have worked so very hard this year, but it is their time to die, and when they fall, new leaves will come."

The tree spoke once again. Pent gave a slight smile, "Am I worried about dying? Haven't you been listening to me? When I die, a new fawn will be born. Now doesn't that sound beautiful? Never be afraid of the things to come, my friend."

The pronghorn bowed and walked off, looking to the other trees. He would begin to explain it to each and every one of the trees who kept their leaves.

Never be afraid of the things to come...

The leaves are falling, the green is gone from them. They've lost their vitality, and now fall to the ground, blanketing the earth and roots below the tree's branches.

One by one, they let go, giving the last moment of their life to enjoy the feeling and exhilaration of falling, letting the wind carry them to the ground. At last, they rest with their kin at the feet of the tree, a tribute to the hard work they have done for the year.

Even leaves know their limits, and in their last moments they often express the greatest beauty of their life, changing their color, going away from the crowds of green to the vibrant, outspoken reds, oranges, yellows, and violets.

When we conceal ourselves by following what is 'socially acceptable', we are often overlooked and branded as a part of the crowd. It's when we step away from the ordinary and show our true colors that we become an individual and enjoy life unrestrained.

Chapter two Endless forest is in the bad time of death.

When the startled hunters realized they had not been hurt they too realized,they were in a place they never seen.As scared and shaking as they were,they decided they were only in another forest.The hunters walked until they saw a deer that would scare any human as much as it scared them,the deer looked like,a zombie!It looked like bite wounds were on its fur yet those wounds would have killed that standing alive deer.Its antlers were red and looked like no antlers they have ever seen.Its mask was like an animal skull.He,Mark loaded his gun quietly,then aimed.He pulled the trigger but he missed.Unlucky for him (the hunter)the hunter tried to shoot a warrior deer.The deer,Aresle told his fellow warriors and passing fawns and stags.When by mistake mask less Arneck and his dad headed the hunters way.when Arneck was seen by the hiding hunter,Paul he told Mark that,the fawns face looked like a humans face!They walked off and when a almost-normal-looking-deer wandered by Paul hit the deer with the bullet,in the heart.Every deer we see we kill.said Paul and thats when it was going to be the worst time.In about One hour they killed ten deer every hour they passed was ten killed deer.After being two hours there instead they killed,40 deer.

Plz if you read this click on its title so i know if I should make another chapter depending on how many people read the chapters.Im trying to make a good story for the first time.So i dont want my story to fail!