James sat there, a stake in his hand, a smaller one on the ground, along with some rope. He stared again at the majestic stag, remembering. He had heard the crash, and then snuck out in his invisibility, and saw this stag. Majestic and brave, even in death. The stake was so he could make a wooden cross, not unlike what people did for humans on the highway. He had the cross in his hand, and then he had heard wing beats. He ran and hid behind a bush. A gigantic bat with a gray rat on top settled down by the corpse. The bat found the gash the deer had already had and lapped up the blood the way a baby would his mother's milk. James gritted his teeth. How dare this fiend, this monstrosity sink it's dirty fangs into a stag! James wondered to himself, Why do I like stags so much? Why do I care? I've always been obsessed with them? His heart chided, Maybe there's a reason! Maybe your love of stags will play out somewhere!
James nodded. The giant bat and the grey rat… Why did something seem odd here? Norvie!? That's Norvie?! Then, that must be… Paulo!
James stared at the stake in his hand.
Nah.
Norvie growled at him, but Paulo put a wingtip to his lips. Getting on, Norvie rolled his eyes, and Paulo flew up, and an owl snatched Norvie from his back…
James stared at the beautiful animal. He would get revenge. Suddenly, he took out a water bottle, poured it out, and put in some of the animal's blood. He had a plan. It would take years and years of planning and hard work, but he was willing to work.
James went back to his dorm, and fell asleep before his head even hit the pillow.