While tossing hay near my fence, two deer emerged from the treeline, fearless. The larger one seemed protective, while the smaller one gazed curiously, tilting its head. I snapped a photo, captioning it “today I got some guests.” Then, the small deer approached the fence and dropped a bundle. Inside was a wooden box containing a silver locket with strange symbols. The deer stared, urging me to follow them into the woods. They led me to a clearing with an ancient oak, where I found a stone marked with the same symbols and a parchment: “For those who seek
the truth, the journey is never easy. But the brave shall be rewarded.” A chill hit me—this wasn’t random. Researching at the library, I discovered an ancient order of guardians tied to the locket’s symbols. I’d been chosen for a journey of intuition and purpose. A quiet moment in the field became a profound lesson: trust the signs and follow the path, even if it’s unclear.
