While tossing hay one evening, I noticed two deer step from the woods—calm, unafraid. The smaller one stared at me like it knew me. Then it approached and dropped something at my feet: a dark bundle. Inside? A worn wooden box holding a silver locket engraved with strange symbols. The deer turned and walked into the woods. I followed.
It led me to a hidden clearing with a massive twisted oak. Beneath it, I unearthed a stone tablet with the same symbols—and a sealed parchment inside. The message read:
“The truth is not safe. The truth is not gentle. If you seek it, follow the signs. This is only the beginning.”
I was shaken. The deer. The message. The locket. None of it was random.
Digging through local archives the next day, I found an old legend—about a secret order guarding something powerful called The Veil. The symbols were theirs. The deer, their messengers. The locket? A key.
Now I’m caught in something ancient, and someone knows I’ve been chosen.
This didn’t start with thunder or fanfare. Just a deer and a moment I almost ignored.
Not everything in the woods is wild. Some things are waiting.
