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Destined

I was born on a rainy April afternoon. As it rained outside of our den I was given life. I first opened my eyes to see my mothers blurry muzzle, she was smiling. She named me Zephyrus, like the god of the west winds and coming of spring.

She said, " Welcome to the world my young one, my little Zephyrus," and nuzzled me. I covered in mud and my eyes were closed. My mother liked me clean and was she finished, my eyes were open. She gazed at me with her forest green eyes then she gasped. My fur was white, and my eyes were pitch black. I was a destined fawn.

Mother called my father in to see me. His towering stance and strong chest gave way has he timidly walked in. He nearly fell over at my sighting.
"Oh my lord...my son," he began but trailled off at a loss for words.
My mother cotinued his sentaence, "is a destined fawn, yes he is..." She also trailed off. But they loved and treathed me as any other white tailed fawn, I was glade they did. No one else did.

From the stories she told me when I had gotten older, I learned that normally a deer herd would have killed me, and or any other destined fawn that was born. But my father, the herd leader would have killed his warriors if they killed his son.

But a destoned fawn has the power of 10 bucks maybe more. They have the power to make all the herds in the land bow in submission.

My mother was the lead female doe in the herd. She would watch the yearlings and newborns when the herd was out to graze. My father was the herd leader. He was nicknamed the forest prince. I, being his son, I am the the aire. But me being a destined I am meant to be more.