Post by remington on Jan 7, 2007 20:46:55 GMT -5
The angelic stag swept across the singing plains with swift and beautiful motions. The feathers surrounding the stags hooves swayed with each movement and the stag left no mark that he had passed. He seemed to float. At birth the stag was born with a special gift. The gift of healing. He healed his mother after his birth. She was sick at his birth and when she turned to touch him in good bye as she knew she was going to die after his birth she was healed almost instantly by only touching him. Now that he was grown he wished to find a place were injured horses or any animal could come to him. Soon the stag came to a wooded area with a thin grown over path. The stag walked onto the path and cleared it on his way. He traveled for what seemed a long time but soon he came to a clearing enveloped in mist. And in the center was the pool he searched for. The pool of mystical waters that held even more power than he. He froze in aw. Suddenly as if he were drawn to it he crept forward and stopped once he was in the middle of the pool. He then rose snow hued bod into the air in a rear. During his rear a single tear fell from the stags orbs into the pool. The stag landed gently without a splash. He then walked from the pool and stood on the edge looking in with joy...
