As I look up towards the most prominent creature floating above, I give a quick glance back to the one laying on the floor, looking at the individual that I had slashed before so that my brother could escape, with his upper body and little horns still intact, reality downing on me fast.
My mind was trying to deny it, but it was crystal clear to me what was happening here.
All because of that pair of horns on the head of the creature floating above us.
I could recognize those anywhere, anytime; the ones from my childhood, the one belonging to the first kind creature I met beyond my own family, the one that taught me one of the most important skills, the one who presented me to my mentor, the one who lead me to learn the voice of the night.
The white kind snow deer, Elfihe.
And now… the only trace of him left was the gigantic branch white horns growing on his head; the rest was deformed beyond recognition.
