Holes in our Hearts

Isà stood rooted to the spot. Around her, the forest was getting lighter, and the first sunbeams tickled softly her nose.
What was she doing? This environment was foreign to her, she didn't know where she came from or where she wanted
to go anymore. Maybe, this was the end. She was alone, and she did not know what her next step shall be like. Was she
going to die here? Was it this what she wanted? No. But she continued to wander through the area, searching for her fawn. 

2 Years Earlier

Isà was laying heavily breathing in the gras. Her entire body was clenching, and the once green gras started to dye red from
her blood. Something was wrong, Isà could feel it, but she just had no energy anymore to raise her head. She was sweating,
and she hoped everything will be over soon. She remembered the others always telling her stories of the joy of being a mother,
that it would be the most joyful feeling in the world when one sees the little fawn and it will make forget one all the pain. It
was the only positive thing Isà could hold on to right now. Her son, Bram. It was also the last thought of her before she fainted.

She woke up very slowly, with the sun burning in her eyes. It took her a while to collect herself, but the 
sharp pain in her womb reminded her about what just happened. In panic, Isà stood up. She feared that 
hungry wolves might have  attacked her little, unprotected fawn. Trying to ignore her pain, she hectically 
looked around, searching for her newborn. 
A lifeless body was laying peacefully, saturated with blood in the red gras. But this didn't catch Isà's gaze, but
a dazzling, shining light, which was standing just like a statue next to the body. "Bram..." Isà's voice trembled. 
Yes, being a mother was the most amazing feeling in the world! She wanted to raise this little one, wanted to 
watch him grow up and founding a family, she wanted to grow old and to know that he will always be there
for her.

But the glowing fawn just turned around and disappeared in the forest. Isà's dreams collapsed like a house
of cards. She did not understand. How could her own child leave her? It didn't fit her plan. Blind of 
sadness and anger, she ran after the glowing fawn.

Personality:
She once was a very friendly, helpful and a little shy, but she loved it to be around others, even though she never talked a lot. 
After the loss of her child, Isà changed dramatically. She became cold and arrogant, she hates it when 
somebody wants to talk to her. If somebody mentions her fawn or her madness to chase a glowing 
figure that doesn't exist, she might get aggressive or will just run away. One has to be a very strong
authority or stronger/faster than her to get through her.
Isà's dream is it to find a kind of magic that is able to bring her son back. Deep inside, she knows it is
impossible, but somehow, she is not able to accept it. She often feels lonely, but instead of searching for other
fawnlings then, she continues her search of the glowing fawn which does only exist in her head.

Futre Plans:

It's time for her to wake up and find her way back into reality. Wandering alone through Silverthorn can be dangerous
and it's unpredictable how she will react to a foreign Silverthorn Fawnling. 
I want her to find a friend, doe or stag, who will help her finding back to the real world and won't give up easily on her
because of her madness and sorrow. Nevertheless, she does not want any help from others, so our secret hero
should be persistent and dominant, at least stronger than her.

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Fawnlings (c) Ehetere