“It's not easy being the Stag of
The Winters Herd, fearing humans all the time, that might come and take a Fawn
or Buck from you.” Molly stopped, then looked at Shadow, for help.
The Stag did not move. His antlers
rippled with a glittering light,
“I came to earth before and, to
two sisters. They were both entraced by the magic I held,” He seemed to be
reliving a VERY painful memory or thought just then, “One, your mother, tried
to trap me. The same way that she tried to do the same to my son.” He breathed
slowly.
“You looked like her when you came
to take Sparkle from me in this very forest,” He stopped, shifting his hoof
across the grass, uncomfortable.
Got it.
“That’s why you attacked me? I
looked like my mother?”
The Stag locked eyes with her then
and, Asha knew, with a sinking feeling what he would say next.
“Yes.”
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