The grove grows silent as I watch the stag fall in a majestic death. I rush to his body but as soon as my mortal hands touch the blessed pelt is dissolves into spirit, leaving behind only a glowing antler. I tentatively reach for it and as I touch it the glow became overbearing of the place and my eyes were opened anew. Looking around like an innocent newborn I witnessed as sprites flew around me, beautiful women melted out of trees, rocks, and rivers. I had been taken from my world and into one I had only heard of in tales from the elders. I gripped the magical item in my hand as suddenly all the forest creatures scurried away, a funnel of darkness landed in front of me and out melted the most terrifyingly handsome man I had ever seen, crimson eyes, long dark hair, and dove white skin. His words came with a hint of anger.

"What of the stag?" he asked.