The battle was over.wounded deeply he limped to a rock were he would rest.he sat on top in grief as one of his friends had died in that war.proud of his victory but in deep depression he sat on the rock until bowing his head in shame did he hit a piece of rock.the bit fell off into the grass siting there non moving with no life.he stared at it for a while then looked to the moon.there were more fireflys out than usual and he smiled.but then he stared closer.no.....these were not fireflys!they were stars being caried down from the sky by forest magic.they filled the lifeless un moving rock bit and it glowed.it floated toward the river and made a bit of a bridge.he stepped off the rock and it broke into bits and followed the glowing bit.before him sat a bridge and his fallen companion standing at the bridge giving him a friendly nudge he did so back and left the buck to join the deer in the stars.