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We never stay young, and we never stop aging but does that mean we have to stop believing? To stop being a kid? No, there is a point when we all have to grow up, but it's very different to keep a child spirit and being a child. The difference between each, is youth, and believing. Becoem a teen before the time, or enjoy life and keep those memories. You could have made

Sounds and darkness a nightare spining round and round, faces, blood,, ash, darkness, a scream

Light

Nyjersokar woke with a start. comming bolt upright he stared around him. It was morning panting he looked everywhere. Nothing no ash creature or darkness. With a deep exhal of breath he laid his head back down. His body burnt and throbed. Blinking he looked as his back. Screaming he lept up staring wide eyed at his once fine pelt. From mouse brown his pelt was now scorched black his skeletons outline was eteched in to it. Shudering he walked in circles staring at parts of him he could see.
The nightmare it was real. He collapest back down in to the leaves staring, but seeing nothing. The doe the fawn..Dead... but... he had not done anything to help them...he's let them die... he should have... but how..... he was a coward, a fool....a real stag would have stood and fought and... and ... died.

Racked with guilt he lowered his head and wept for Hazel and her little fawn. He wept in shame for his actions. exashun over came him, and he fell in to a restless sleep.

If he had looked around he would have seen he was in a ring of trees. the ring was made of one of each tree in the forest each trees branches where entwinded with the tree next to it. He was resting in the shde of the oak tree. As he slept the trees seemed to dip their branches to touch his blackand pelt. Each touch brough tremers to Nyjersokar's body, but he did not wake. Around him the trees whispered incantations as they touched him the words drifted through his dreams and began to take hold. The forest had chosen it's hero

He woke several hours later, the sky was overcast and grey. Smelling the air he felt no threat of rain. He stood up and shook himself. The reminace of words filted in his mind and then were gone. He turned and headed south away from the place of death and looked for water. not so much to drink more to see himself in.

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