hi everyone well i wanted 2 get 2 know some of u and to do that u guys need 2 know me
i love football i want 2 be the first girl in the NFL, i am trying to be a shaman, i believe in Egyptian gods and goddesses not just one god i also want to be a author, i have a boyfriend names griffin, and my favorite food is well i don't really have one but i am a vegetarian, and if i become really good friends with someone i will let them know my spirit animal, tell me about your selves in the comments peace out!

H everyone i'm trying to name my deer and the pictogram but it wont work, i got registered and got sent the eamil back and activated my accout but whenever i go on the game the pictogram wont show up plz help!

Hi firechick14 http://www.endlessforest.org/community/firechick14

~ This is beginning Quetzalcoatl's journey. As I have only just joined, he is still a fawn. I would like to document his life the way I fictionalize it, from beginning to end. Perhaps if I make some friends along the way, they will be featurd as well. Bear with my wild side. :3 Comments appreciated.

-- ONE --

There was, of course, the dawn, as much as there was the day. It shone upon the green-speckled ground like a layer of newness; it coated what had once been coated in black with a white, gleaming, shining white, and it expelled from the earth the impurities that had settled upon it in the nighttime. The sun was brilliant, blinding, as it moved gently above the horizon, smiling down upon the earth like it was greeting a long lost friend. And the earth accepted it as a friend, for it wanted to forget the hours of cold it had spent.

The sun's wide yellow rays traced arcing patterns across the landscape, cutting into the dirt with beams of light, shining brightly upon what had once been dark. A ray fell upon a small, hollow log, and that is where our story begins.

The log was not large, but certainly big enough for a fawn. It smelled slightly of mildew and had the distinct odor of abandonment; though the fawn inside did not yet know it, this feeling encompassed him as well. The gentle warmth stirred him from slumber, and he awoke with the bleary-eyed innocence that is to be expected of all children. From birth he had been taught to love the sun and all things holy; the golden warmth of it stirred in him a feeling of contentment. He moved from the log and stood, unfolding his slender limbs. His expression was one of bewildered happiness. He had awoken to beauty, but he was alone. Where were his parents?

This is not the story of an orphan abandoned, rising from the ashes and conquering life's trials. This is the story of a young fawn, helplessly thrust into the dark world with only a vision of the sunlight in his eyes.