A very long time ago, or perhaps not that long ago at all, it can be hard to know these things for creatures who exist outside of time, there lived the children of Cernunnos. Known as the Lurulan, all the sons and daughters of Cernunnos ran forever in The Wild Hunt, always to be pursued, never to be caught, a man or beast that chased a Lurulan would do so for all eternity, or until he died from exhaustion, such was the trickery of the Fay. One such Lurulan, a doe, bore a pelt of purest white and a crown of peacock feathers upon her head, many had died upon catching a glimpse of her through the trees and chasing until they perished, always seeking the elusive deer but never succeeding in capturing her. Elandria was her name and she was a true daughter of Cernunnos, The Stag Lord.
Captured she became though, not by a hunter but by the love a mortal stag that lived in the real forest, a black creature with red eyes that had dared to seek a Lurulan and succeed. Amergin had the heart and soul of a man trapped within the form of a stag, a poet, he lured Elandria with the magic of words. Elandria took him as a mate and bore him a daughter, existing for a brief while outside of The Wild Hunt in a densely wooded, sun dappled glen, with her mate and child. They named their daughter Herla, which meant Queen of the Elves. Not her love for the stag nor her daughter though, could keep her forever against the call of the Hunt. And when Elandria left, her daughter would be drawn to follow. Desperate to keep Herla from the life of the Lurulan, always running, never stopping, Elandria beseeched the help of Woden, a forest Fay whom had always been friend to the Lurulan. The Forest Spirit knew one way that Herla could be free but she would never see her family again. Knowing Amergin would hate her when he discovered what she had done, Elandria took Herla who was still but a suckling fawn far into the depths of the forest, leaving her tucked within the roots of an old gnarled oak, singing her a fairy lullaby to lull her to sleep, and there she bid her child farewell with a kiss upon her brow for the last time. Whilst she slept, Woden swept the child up to the only land where she could be free, The Endless Forest and Elandria, her mother, returned to The Wild Hunt; Amergin never to know what had happened to his wife and child.
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But then to read your story below, it's beautiful. Well-written, magical, and makes me want to read more. I know you may feel self-conscious about your story... but trust me, it is amazing!
Thank you so much for sharing this lovely deviation (both the beautiful art and fascinating back-story)! A treasure to find in my inbox.