I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST CURIOUS DEER—UNTIL I SAW WHAT THE LITTLE ONE WAS CARRYING

They weren’t afraid. That was the first thing that struck me.

Two deer stepped out of the woods as I was tossing hay. They didn’t freeze or dart away like deer usually do. They just stood there—watching me.

The larger one stayed back, still and cautious. But the smaller one… it locked eyes with me. Like it knew something I didn’t.

I laughed nervously, pulled out my phone, and snapped a photo. “Got some unexpected visitors today,” I joked on social media. But what happened next still doesn’t feel real.

The smaller deer walked right up to the fence—close enough that I could hear its breathing. Then, without hesitation, it dropped something at my feet.

A bundle. Wrapped tightly in dark fabric. Deliberate. Human.

Inside was a small wooden box, old and worn. And inside that box? A tarnished silver locket, carved with strange, unrecognizable symbols. The kind of symbols that make your skin prickle without knowing why.

I looked back at the deer. It was already moving toward the woods, pausing as if waiting for me to follow.

And I did.

The forest swallowed us. The deeper I walked, the quieter everything became. No wind. No birds. Just silence—heavy, pressing, unnatural.

The trail led to a hidden clearing, dominated by a massive, ancient oak tree, its twisted black branches clawing at the sky. The smaller deer stood beneath it, watching me.

Then it was gone.

That’s when I saw it: fresh soil disturbed at the base of the tree. I hesitated, but curiosity dragged me closer. Beneath the earth lay a stone tablet marked with the same symbols. Inside a hollow cavity beneath it rested a sealed parchment.

I opened it.

“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.”

The locket felt heavy in my pocket. A deep chill spread through my chest. This wasn’t random. The deer. The offering. The message.

I was part of something. Something ancient. Something still alive.

The next morning, I scoured local archives. And what I uncovered chilled me to the core: a legend about a secret order, centuries old, tasked with guarding something powerful called The Veil.

The symbols? Their mark.
The deer? Their messengers.
The locket? A key.

A key to something I was never meant to find.

Now I can’t shake the feeling someone else knows I’ve been chosen. And I don’t know where this is leading. But I know this: not everything in the woods is random.

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