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[center][=candara][=white][=12] A cold voice echoed in the does head.
'It didn't have to be this way....' she retorted to herself. The leaves that surrounded her face masked a somber frown as she lay still between two towering birch trees. Yet no one was in sight. They were probably all off down at the pond, enjoying themselves.
Yet Isis had fell into a deep wrath of depression. Even she didn't know why, but it was there, twinging deeper into her heart by the minute. The doe had become ill, and frail. She longed to run about in the night, but found it impossible to gain the will to stand.
A frog ambled by, stopping to look curiously at the deer, then continueing on his way. Isis looked up to watch him go, she wanted to follow him, and jump around by his side. But the aura of the dark forest condemed her to stay still as she was. Was it a memory that made her this way? A memory of the forest as it had been this way before? She thought for a moment, before drifting off to sleep.
She dreamed...dreamt of a time so much like this before. She was running with someone, someone dear to her, she could tell. They frolicked for some time, stopping to gaze at the butterflies who serenlely fluttered upon the purple lilacs. The creature came closer to Isis, it's hooves carving prints into the soft dirt of the forest. It opened it's mouth to speak, but before a word could slip from the deer's mouth, Isis awoke.
