The Good Deamon

Chapter Two - The Beginning

I think the first memory I could ever remember was me looking into my mother's eyes. They were perfect. A beautiful light shade of blue, calm and sweet. Just like her. She was a simple deer. A full coat of fur, white as snow. Her smile was inviting, and her voice comforted anyone who stayed to listen. She had a graceful body, and she carried herself with a manner that showed nothing but pure love.

Me, on the other hand... I wasn't that cute looking. I was a black fawn with a white underbelly, and small black, bat-like wings. My eyes, like any small child's, were full of fun and mischief, dotted with large black pupils. I know I didn't look like the rest of the kids. Hell, I didn't even have a gender. while other kids got perfect names that fit great with their personality, I was stuck with... Brace yourselves...
Scooby.

Yep, Scooby is my name. I have no idea what my parents were thinking, but I have a feeling that my dad was the great genius to come up with that one. I remember walking up to my mother one day, my innocent mind unaware at all of the truth. "Mommy," I said, nuzzling my snout into her leg. She'd look down with her gentle eyes and smile. "Yes, Scooby?" She replied, her voice soft as the breeze through the grass.

"Mommy, where is dad?" I asked, staring into her eyes with that innocent expression. I can remember her weak smile as tears began to form in her eyes. "He's somewhere else right now, baby. He's not here..." I could tell something was wrong, so I rubbed my head against her leg. " Don't cry, mommy, don't cry... "

She stayed strong for me. Seeing her in tears would bring me to tears. So, no matter how hard things got, no matter how tough problems became, she made sure I was her number one priority. She put me before herself. Like a mother does. And I was happy. Things were going great. Life was good.

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We were never truly liked by the rest of the herd. Before I was born my mother, Snow, made social interactions with everyone, and they would go out of their way to do the same for her. But since I had been born, I was looked at as a monster, and me and my mother were treated like outcasts. My mother, being the wise guardian she was, decided it was better off if we stayed away. The leader of our herd shunned my mother away whenever I was with her, anyways.

"We do not need them, child..." She would tell me as we walked away from the group. I'd hear them whispering about her, their own children snickering and joking about my looks. " i think you are lovely, just the way you are... And you don't need other people to tell you that for you to know it, okay? " I'd nod and follow her, eyes gleaming with happiness. I looked up to her for being so strong and yet so calm. You had to be very patient to do that.

"Why don't I look like the other kids?" I'd ask her every once in awhile. Each and every time I did she would swoop down, kiss my forehead, and look deep into my eyes. "You are unique, and that's what makes you special, child..." And each and every time I'd curl up beside her, tucking in my wings tightly, pressing my ear against her chest so that I could hear her subtle heart beat.

                                                    " I love you, mommy... "

                                                                  "I love you more, child."