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Endo looked up at the sky, and raindrops ran down his brown muzzle. Some of the drops tasted strangely salty, and he realized they were tears. Rain.

His pelt had faded to a dull grey from the glowing silver it once was...his antlers almost drooped. Endo took slow, faltering steps. Energetic fawns, playing by the crying idol. He was a fawn once. But how could they be so...so happy? He was crying. The heavens were crying, raining down from above onto his soft pelt.

He walked on, ignoring the pleading roars of the fawns. They had no idea of what turmoil was inside him...the storm clouds swept the skies, raging.

He just wanted this living torture to end. Endo plodded on. Bit by bit, the happy sights of deer playing and jumping, walking together had deteriorated his mind. He was reduced to watching from a distance, gazing with longing eyes as fawns leapt around, deer spell-spammed and laughed, friends walked with friends.

The stag's friends had left him. He had given himself up to Despair, and despair he did. What would help him? No one..no one.... He glanced up again at the clouds, through the trembling canopy of trees, and knew what he would do. A memory came to him, a sweet voice pleading:

"Don't do it, Endo!" He had said of course; he would never even think of it. But now...

He almost changed his mind when a grinning fawn ran up to him. But he just shook off the proffered pelt, and returned to grey. The fawn's smile faltered, he reared, the fawn fled. Endo began to sprint as if his worthless life depended on it, and skidded to a stop. There it was. The Deermuda Triangle.

A single flicker of doubt was pushed away. Who cared? He delicately stepped into the center, and closed his eyes.


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So Endo left the Forest. Will he come back?...Special thank-you to Baal. Your emotional writing has inspired me to explain why Endo has left, and why another has taken his place. But a warning: Prytariel knows what could happen, and is trying not to end up like poor Endo...