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I'm not sure how long I sat there by the pond, sobbing and wailing, but I know it was long enough for me to grow hungry. My hunger gnawed at my stomach until I could no longer ignore it. I grudgingly got up, and stumbled towards my bow.
The patterns that I carved on the bow were quickly fading, for my heart that I carved was merely now a circle. I picked up the ridged bow and examined it closely. I remembered each one of my carefully carved drawings, but one. Someone had carved a rose on my bow. It wasn't a very pretty rose, but it was the symbol of our family.
"Roses are one thing, but have many thorns attached to it. Just like our family. We are all one together, but separate in different ways," father always said.
I suddenly knew who carved to rose. Father. I whimpered softly, and hot tears rolled down my soft cheeks.
"Oh father," I pleaded, "why did you have to go?" I looked up in the starry night, and said a prayer.
Time passed as I grieved and clutched my stomach in hunger. But I wasn't willing to catch anything. I felt I would insult father if I left his spot. So I stayed there, and let my tears drip onto his resting ground.
Crunch.
I whipped my head around and aimed my bow. Something was in the woods. Something that most likely wasn't nice. I held my ground strongly as the woods stayed silent for long minutes. Then I heard it again.
Crunch.
It was obvious to me that an animal was playing with me, but I intended to play no game. I would catch this animal. I would bring it home as food, to feed the baby and mother.
I stared into the deep, dark forest. I knew something was staring right back at me. I could sense it's beady eyes, it's glare piercing into my soul.
Within a second, a beautiful deer emerged from the shadows. It's long, graceful horns stuck out from its head like the sun sticking out from the clouds. It was obviously a male, as it had many masculine features. Its hooves were jagged and rough, and it's body was muscular, but lean.
It held it's ground proudly, like a father protecting his young.
Father. This deer reminded me of father! The way it stood, the way his eyes stared at you in an unblinking way. Just like father. I was sure I was out of my mind, but I whispered anyway, "father? Is that you?"
The deer blinked once, then whipped around and shot back into the woods without a sound. The woods remained quiet, as if the deer had never appeared there.
Had I just seen father? In his second life?
No, that was a crazy thought. People die, and that's that. But I couldn't help shake the feeling that I just looked at father for the very last time.
The patterns that I carved on the bow were quickly fading, for my heart that I carved was merely now a circle. I picked up the ridged bow and examined it closely. I remembered each one of my carefully carved drawings, but one. Someone had carved a rose on my bow. It wasn't a very pretty rose, but it was the symbol of our family.
"Roses are one thing, but have many thorns attached to it. Just like our family. We are all one together, but separate in different ways," father always said.
I suddenly knew who carved to rose. Father. I whimpered softly, and hot tears rolled down my soft cheeks.
"Oh father," I pleaded, "why did you have to go?" I looked up in the starry night, and said a prayer.
Time passed as I grieved and clutched my stomach in hunger. But I wasn't willing to catch anything. I felt I would insult father if I left his spot. So I stayed there, and let my tears drip onto his resting ground.
Crunch.
I whipped my head around and aimed my bow. Something was in the woods. Something that most likely wasn't nice. I held my ground strongly as the woods stayed silent for long minutes. Then I heard it again.
Crunch.
It was obvious to me that an animal was playing with me, but I intended to play no game. I would catch this animal. I would bring it home as food, to feed the baby and mother.
I stared into the deep, dark forest. I knew something was staring right back at me. I could sense it's beady eyes, it's glare piercing into my soul.
Within a second, a beautiful deer emerged from the shadows. It's long, graceful horns stuck out from its head like the sun sticking out from the clouds. It was obviously a male, as it had many masculine features. Its hooves were jagged and rough, and it's body was muscular, but lean.
It held it's ground proudly, like a father protecting his young.
Father. This deer reminded me of father! The way it stood, the way his eyes stared at you in an unblinking way. Just like father. I was sure I was out of my mind, but I whispered anyway, "father? Is that you?"
The deer blinked once, then whipped around and shot back into the woods without a sound. The woods remained quiet, as if the deer had never appeared there.
Had I just seen father? In his second life?
No, that was a crazy thought. People die, and that's that. But I couldn't help shake the feeling that I just looked at father for the very last time.
