Everything I knew... Everyone I trusted... The gang that I once called family... Is no more.

Arthur coughed once more and pulled himself up on the rock to brace himself. He turned his head to the beautiful sunrise and knew this would be the last time he'll ever see it. He closed his eyes and let out his last breath...

What the?

He took a breath and coughed again. Am I dead?

He staggered to his feet and felt a little weird. He looked at his hands, but soon realized they weren't his hands, but-

Hooves?

Arthur raced to the nearest body of water he could find and screamed at who, or what, he saw in the reflection. He was covered in golden fur from his nose to the tips of his hooves. On his head were two 3-point antlers and his ears were large.

I'm a buck!?

Arthur took a second look at himself to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Yep, clear as day. He was indeed a buck.

How did this happen?

Then he saw his lifeless human body on the rock.

Impossible... he thought. He took a step towards it and a wave of nausea come over him. After shaking his antlered head and backing away, another thought entered his mind.

"You're my brother..."

"I know..."

John!

Without even thinking about movement, Arthur found himself running through the forest. It would be a long run before he got to the bridge, but he didn't mind that. All he knew was that he had to get to his brother.