We all have our humble beginnings, and a moose is no different. This particular moose is name Holt Forrest, once living with a human who was tax collector in a small town close to the mountains. They took taxes that were needed and the moose was extra muscle for people who were late on their due dates or refused to pay. Everything was the same until one day on a cool crisp day, an old hag came up to Holt and said to the moose, "I feel your aura."
Then slaps a leaf on Holt's head, but not a normal leaf. This leaf glowed gold with letters of a language long since gone.
"You have bigger purpose oh strong one." The hag said before disappearing into the ally way.
Then all of a sudden Holt stood on his hind legs and said with a deep voice.
"Acorn? Honey? Acorn and honey please."
Holt loved acorns, especially dipped in honey.
The moose's owner turned around and fainted.
"I take that as a no." Holt said looking at guy's limp body.
"Oh well, I'll find some for myself and maybe something else to do." Holt said walking back on all fours and walking away from town.
As Holt kept walking he wondered, "what Aura did the hag mean?"
Hearing from the towns people of brave warriors heading toward a place called The New World in search for adventure.
"Maybe if I head there maybe I can find my purpose or aura along the way."
"...or at least some acorns dipped in honey."