A mountainous lake, with a large waterfall at one end, and a dense wood at the other. Standing on top of the cliff to the left of the waterfall is a magnificent stag, with antlers that would envy of even the greatest hunter. He looks toward the wood half in anticipation, and half in worry.

Then a great heard of lesser stags come charging through the wood at high speed, stopping just at the edge of the lake. They all look around in confusion, and some look toward the great stag as if to ask, "What do we do now?"

Then a cold chill runs through the air as a frighteningly high howl pierces the air. Suddenly through the woods come a great number of black wolves, who seem to be nearly floating. They pass through the trees, rocks, and shrubs like specters ,their red eyes fixed on the stags.

The stags panic, all of them either mill around in the shallows, kick the air in terror, or bawl out toward the great stag half with fear, and half with longing. They now must make a decision, either to risk the lake, or face the shadowy wolves. Many of them plunge into the deep of the lake, and swim desperately toward the great stag, and the waterfall, but a few face the shadows, and are engulfed by the wolves as they combine at the last minuet into one great wall of black shadow.

The stags that chose the lake continue to swim toward the waterfall, but just as the first one reaches the edge of the falling water, he suddenly sprouts pure white wings, and becomes snowy white, and instead of falling he flies off of the edge of the waterfall. The same happens to the rest of the stags, and soon they have formed a long line leading off into the west, and the golden sun, the same color as their now golden antlers. As soon as the last stag flies off of the water fall, the great stag runs toward the edge of the cliff, and jumps off, turning a pure gold as he does. He flies off, even though he has no wings, toward the head of the column of stags, golden sparkles like tiny flecks of gold falling off of his hind quarters and hoofs, and leads them off into the sun where they all disappear. And as the sun sets countless rays of white, and gold ,streak the skies like comets.