By now, the snow has completely melted from the valley, leaving the rivers and lakes full and almost to the point of overflowing. The flowers are in full bloom, and rain is common. Thunderstorms are rare, but not unheard of.

It would seem that you have stumbled upon Emen, land of the deer. Unfortunately for you, this place will not be land of the deer much longer. Land of the dead would make a more fitting title. If you had come a few years sooner, you might have found a place full of green pastures and clear, blue lakes and rivers. But now all you'll find in Emen is blackened fields, burnt by the fire that suddenly invaded our world. Everywhere there are dried up rivers and lakes, those which previously offerred life, and now are only a source of death. The place that we once loved is now long gone, and I doubt it'll ever return. Our last choice was to flee, to find a place untouched by this fire. The valley we found is hidden behind a large mountain that would take days to climb, and where the mountain ends, there exists a forest dense enough to keep the worst of danger. Although, how it managed to keep out a huge fire that was engulfing everything in it's path is beyond me. As deer, we have never been original in naming things, and therefore we call this place Haven, as in Safe Haven. It's been a month now, and deer are still picking their way through the burnt countrysides to find Haven. Not many have survived, but the few that did will be enough to help us bring back the herd. And maybe eventualy all the plants burnt would grow back, and we could move back to our old land. But what do I know? I'm just Brenin, the foolish old storyteller.

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