Prologue

The fawn desperately called out for his mother, as silently in the bushes a hunter crept closer and closer. With one shot the fawn was dead. A while later a doe called for her fawn hearing nothing, after a while she found the bloodstained grass, and overcome with grief, she lay down beside it. Soon a Buck finds the doe and comforts her. a crack and the sound of a baby crying was heard, the doe instantly stood up and walked over to the sound, she found a hollow at the base of a tree and inside was a baby. Curious the doe nuzzled the baby and it giggled, spreading small fluffy wings covered in down. Startled the doe leaped back and looked at the baby puzzled. The baby looked up at the doe and whispered in the animal language, Yes I have returned.