They showed no fear—that was the first thing I noticed.
Two deer emerged from the forest while I was tossing hay. They didn’t hesitate or run—just watched me. The larger one hung back, calm. But the smaller one stared straight at me, like it knew something I didn’t.
I laughed, took a photo, and joked online: “Unexpected visitors today.” But what happened next was anything but funny.
The smaller deer stepped up to the fence, close enough to hear its breathing, and dropped something at my feet—a small bundle wrapped in dark cloth.
Inside was a weathered wooden box. Inside that, a heavy silver locket etched with strange, eerie symbols that made my skin crawl.
When I looked up, the deer had already started back into the woods, pausing as if urging me to follow. And I did.
The deeper I went, the quieter it became—no birds, no wind, just silence. It led me to a hidden clearing dominated by a massive black-branched oak. The deer stood beneath it… then vanished.
At the tree’s base, the earth had been disturbed. I unearthed a stone tablet etched with the same symbols, and beneath it, an ancient parchment:
“For the one who is chosen: The truth is not safe. The truth is not gentle. But if you seek it, follow the signs. This is only the beginning.”
That night, sleep eluded me. Something ancient had found me. My research uncovered a legend of a secret order guarding what was called The Veil. The locket? A key. The deer? Their messengers.
I don’t know why I was chosen. But something old and dangerous has drawn me in.
And now, there’s no turning back.
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