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Chapter Four : A Stag's sight.

The night had gone all but normal. BBR was laying across the worn, cheap loveseat couch. The leather had tears and rips from being so well loved, and alot of the color had been rubbed off. But in honesty, BBR felt like a king sleeping of something so soft. Grimm had been sprawled across a beanbag with a blanket lazily draped over them. The night had left them tired and worn. Whether it was the blood loss from the fall or from the benadryl to prevent them from such awful allergies was unknown.

And Stag? Stag could not sleep.

As much as the old creature had tried, it couldn't bring himself to sleep, pacing with worn hooves across the grass of the front yard. A mediocre garden full of sleeping moths was his only company, and he was watching his step.

What was making it so very anxious?

A feeling had been plaguing him since he had entered the broken down home.

A child. He had seen her, in a vision. What did such a small detail have to do with him? This reckless human? This ridiculous creature from the depths of the ravine? It all connected, did it not? It has to. He wouldn't have seen it otherwise.

It all has meaning.

Blurs of pink, red and black smeared across his mind like a messy painting, raking across his mind like a story half forgotten. If only it was clearer, if only he knew... but not a single clear image came to mind. He couldn't find one. There wasn't one.

Unfortunately, such an omen would stay this way until it came true. He simply had to be patient.

But maybe that omen wasn't so far from truth.

Small whimpers were squeaking from a large den, nested with pillows, clothing, and drawing on paper tacked to the dirt walls. Black fur was hidden under a sweater, small body pressed against one of the many pillows.

Hauna.

The child had been not been plagued with visions, but loneliness. The one she called father was always gone, it seemed. As good of a parent he tried to be, Hauna was frequently left to her den.

Alone.

She hated it. Hated being confined to a small space with nobody around, only having occasional visiting time. Why should she have to be all alone so often? Why didn't they let her stay with the other beasts?

  Loneliness and frustration had plagued her.

The Wyrm had really tried to spend more time. He really, truly did. But with the job he works and lengths he travels- there was no time for her.

There are a million "if only's". A trillion "what if's". But there was no slack for these things, now. They would do no good.

She won't be lonely soon. But it will surprise her just how much she receives.

And it will be good.