Blue, shoo. Off my account.

Anyways...

Under cut.

Fail story ahead.

The fawn blinked his eyes open, wakening to the sound of water trickling down to the creek. A few strands of black hair dangled in front of his bright blue eyes as he scanned around, looking to see where he was. He was in the Endless Forest, he knew that, he smelt it. The Endless Forest always had some sort of smell, different from the other forests he had to run away from, to survive. It had been like that his whole life- he was born here. In the Birch Forest, deep where no one would never go. But around the Birch forest was all the fawn had ever seen in the Endless Forest, for he had to run- and it was that way ever since. Running, never knowing when to stop.

Even though it had just been a few months, it seemed like forever that he last saw this place. At least, not this part of the forest. The fawn got up, skinny legs wobbling, and he walk a few feet over to a hard, gray statue. Water gushed from it's eyes, and fell to a river that led to a pond. The fawn never knew about this pond. Was this the only water source in the forest? This statue's tears? The fawn never knew. He had only fed on his mother's warm milk. When he had started to ween he had to say goodbye.

But, why was the statue crying? Why was she sad? Had someone broke her heart? Was she sad because she always had to say goodbye to her friends, and never see them again? The fawn lifted his left front leg and reached out to touch the side of the statue. He felt her pain. But instead of feeling her cold, hard surface, his hoof went right though, and a blue cloud of smoke appeared. The fawn pulled his hoof out and jumped back in surprise. He then looked up to see his hoof. Instead of a jet black, it was a bright red. At first he started to panic, thinking it was blood, but then looked more closely. No, his hoof had somehow turned red.

He stared at the statue. His mother had always told him this forest was magical. He never really believed her, thinking they were just fairy tales to cheer him up. But... why would his black hoof suddenly turn red? Was it really magic? The fawn forced himself to jump though, and he went into the statue, and a puff of blue smoke appeared. A second later he fell out, landing on the ground on his belly, all four legs sprawled out. Instead of his black and white pelt, he had a bright red pelt with a pink underbelly and white fawn spots.

The forest was indeed magical.

He got up, and started to walk with his new, shiny red pelt. He started to run, his red hooves pounding the ground. Dust followed him in a trail. Then by the time he had reached the pond- his red pelt faded, and he was stuck with his black and white color.

This... was all weird. But the fawn was starting to have fun already. He was glad he was back in the forest. This was all probably a dream, any second now his mother would have to wake him up and he would have to be on the run again, searching for a new home. But even if this was a dream, he never wanted it to end.

He trotted to the pond for a drink, trying to make sure to stay in shallow waters. But soon, he realized that in a dream, he could do anything.

Deer watched as he walked closer to the deeper waters. Suddenly the water was over his head, and water splashed everywhere as the fawn kicked and kicked. But he stopped kicking and fell into the water. Everything would be alright. It was just a dream, right? He closed his eyes as he fell deeper and deeper in the water...

He opened his eyes when he realized he was being pulled up to surface. See? Everything would be alright. He would not die.

He gasped for air when he reached surface. He realized he was laying in another deer's antlers, which were huge and white. The stag carried him to land and put the fawn down. "Are ya crazy? Don't go to deep in the water! Where's your mom? I bet she will be mad at ya. Didn't she ever warn ya about the deep water?" The stag scolded the fawn. He was somewhat surprised, the stag wasn't even his parent, just a stranger who had saved him. But the fawn didn't cower or run. "I don't know where mummy is. All I know is this is a dream, and I can do whatever I want without any consequences!" The fawn said to the stag. The fawn's British accent somewhat stunned the stag in a way, and he was also shocked by his words.

Some deer watching in the background started to chuckle and laugh, others worried deeply for the fawn. "Ya are crazy! This ain't a dream son. No, you're in the Endless Forest. This doesn't seem like a dream to me! Here," The stag kicked the fawn. It was not enough to hurt him majorly, just enough to make him feel pain. "Ow!" The fawn cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks, creating soggy, dark trails on his white face. "W-w-why did you do that?" The fawn started to cower, running to the nearest tree to safety. Some motherly does, angry at the stag, came to comfort the fawn, but the flick of an ear from the stag signaled not to come any closer.

"If this was a dream, how come ya felt pain? How come ya didn't wake up?" The stag said, stepping closer to the fawn. The fawn backed away a little, wanting his mother badly to protect him from this dangerous stag. "I... I guess you can't really feel pain in a dream." The fawn said. He still cowered, his voice quivering, his whole body shaking, he badly wanted to call for his mother.

"Then this ain't a dream. Now go find your mom. She'll know 'bout this, and you'll be in trouble. Be sure to keep away from the deep waters." The stag said, and turned to walk away. Some does tried to walk up and comfort the fawn, but he screamed instead and ran, to the Birch forest. There weren't as many deer there. He was safe. And his mother might even be waiting there, and she would keep him safe, and he would never go to the pond again. Maybe he won't have to run anymore. Maybe he'll finally live at peace.

But when he reached the Birch forest, his mother was not there. "Mummy?" He called out, his voice echoing into the endless birch forest. "Mummy!" He called her name out three more times, until he frantically started searching for his Mother. He looked everywhere, in the Blue Bowl, where he and his mother would play hide-and-seek, near the Playgrounds, where he and other fawns used to play. Even near a new place he never saw before- a statue in a mushroom ring, water gushing out of a hole in into a pool. But she still was not there.

"Mummy! Where are you!" He was shaking terribly. His head dropped low, tears poured from his eyes. And a small, jet black crow watched from a tree above, tilting his head side to side. But the crow wouldn't know either.

Why does the fawn cry?