Wandering around the forest, through bushes and tiny ground holes, the little jet black creature with it's eight legs and a pair of pincers, with utmost exhaustion, was on the verge of losing his hope for a prey when it encountered something better described as relief as an oasis for a thirsty man in a desert; as a bag full of gold for a beggar; or for a predator like him, a tender prey.

It was a small forest insect but was big enough for him to survive several days without any hunt. It was unfazed. Unknowing of what was coming its way, it was at leisure.

Patience and Concentration- are key qualities of a successful predator. An impatient beast will not survive much in these harsh forests. You have to be quick, clear and clever in order to live. And this predator was one of those. Even when his stomach was hungrily wailing for something, he was approaching his prey silently and with care.

By the time, the distance was almost narrowed, the prey sensed it's hunter but it was already too late-

Swoosh!

The little scorpion, a silent predator of this forest, has started launching his immense wave of attacks, with his stinger on his back containing poison- enough to kill a dozen of humans, it tried to pierce the soft-thin skin of the insect.

Yet the prey was well-intended to survive, it was dodging all of his attacks neatly.

The predator and the prey.

A simple game of a forest. The one who wins gets a few moments of life and the one who loses dies. Pretty simple rule, isn't it?

And in this game, it's not difficult to know who would win, the outcome seemed clear- the prey's loss.

The little scorpion's stinger pierced the insect and within a few seconds its body stopped moving. It's all movements curtailed.

Only the one who has sown a seed, gets a fruit. As with the case of this predator- His efforts have ripped a fruit and which now he can savor.

As he went ahead to get a taste of its hunt- Squeeesssh!... the scorpion only got to taste his own death!

In the next moment, his limbs were scattered here and there. His untied organs only moved for a last instant and he silently died. And there's nothing to shock about. After all, it happens everywhere whether it's a jungle or the human world.

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The carriage's exquisite fancy wheels did not discriminate between any predator or prey, mercilessly crushing any insect, or animal along the way. The carriage was furiously making its way deep into the forest.

Even from far away, one could notice the golden handles over its doors. For common folks, who rarely ever see that much gold, it would have been difficult to distinguish whether it was real gold or just some fine paint. The wheels were perfectly round. Its entire structure was beautifully painted with carbon black paint with a mix of brown color over some places.

As it proceeded, the jungle grew darker and darker with very little spaces to go. The forest was mostly covered with natural roofing provided by large bulky trees with tons and tons of green and humid leaves .

Upon reaching an open area within the forest, where there were not many trees and from where you could see them , the chauffeur stroked the horses to stop the carriage.

A silence wrung over the forest!

With a thump!, whoever inside kicked the left-door, and a person came to view with a big smirk over his face clearly portraying his sense of accomplishment.

Before stepping out of it, he slammed a large, heavy bag from the carriage straight to the ground."Hmmmmgh... Hmmmmgh!" The way it was moving or rather struggling, it seemed clear that there was some poor being within it. Some- human. 

But its struggle only brought joy to the carriage-lord because his smile intensified. He kicked it. Again. Yet again. Again... until they both got tired- one from kicking and the other from being kicked while his smile soon turned into a laughter. An evil laugh- echoing through the forest.

The sight of a noble harassing a person is very common but a noble harassing someone in this languid forest is a rare sight.

This clearly implied that whoever it was within the bag was someone way too superior in many ways that stepping on it in public is not a scene he can enjoy.

The chauffeur just silently gazed at his master, but the restlessness was there over his face as he swept some glances over the sky which turned almost orange. 

Collecting all his courage into his words, he opened his mouth. " Um.. Your lordship." His death glare made the chauffeur flutter like some fine piece of paper. But when he had already opened his mouth, he continued.

"The dawn is up there, if we don't hurry ourselves we might get struck here." Even the spoilt-noble knew the importance of the words. He pondered over for a second and with a click of tongue.

"Turn the carriage. We're leaving... But before that let me end the work here hehehahaha.." And he thrusted his sword through the bag piercing the being within it, the blood splashed bathing the sword when he twisted it.

Just how softly the sword pierced its skin, it was probably the belly area or thighs. It struggled a lot, each strained movement sent tremors of pain rippling through their weary body, yet their determination remained unyielding- even if it was for a few moments when it eventually calmed down.

While the chauffeur and his master entered the carriage.

And they went back, to the outside of this forest.

In the deep silence, with a click-clank there came a knight in the view through the dense bushes, with his lifeless eyes he gazed at the bag with an emotion of envy while his blood-bathed sword dropped some of its life-fluid.

In that moment, the sun sat and darkness curtailed.