May the Fourteenth - Merciless

There once was a fawn of the woods of Montery. The fawn would leap and soar through the trees creating a sound of fury and vigor for all the woods to hear. All loved the fawn and many flocked to its' home in times of strife. The fawn was wise beyond its' years with all of its' grace and beauty. Those who came in contact with the fawn began to see something bigger, something grand. The woods began to take on new colors, shapes and sounds. The amber leaves contrasted with the blue skies and the sun shone brightly on the branches of every tree. Until January 1979 when everything turned black like the ask from the fire that now plagued the mothers' woods. All of the creatures began to scatter and flee from the woods that had once been so beautiful. All but the fawn. The fawn stayed behind to face the wrath and save the woods. So it took on the turmoil of being ablaze and wrestled through the trees to try to attack the source of all the chaos. Eventually, the fire sufficed, but the fawn was not well. The smoke had begun to coat its' lungs and soon the fawn could barely breathe. No one was around to. Not an animal had come back to the woods. So the fawn fought once more and stood on all fours. As it's body rose, its' eyes revealed an unmistakable green hue. As the fawn gazed upon it' dear, kindred woods, it let out a roar of triumph. And began to find its' way back home.

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There is a simplicity in being healed. We are all broken and know nothing more than where home is.

So --
we fight.

So --
we find our way back.

And that's really all.