The grey-haired fawn was still half awake. It had heard a sound of a twig break nearby but its mother still hadn't noticed and was sleeping soundly. It was on edge because of the sound of the twig breaking but didn't make any moves cause it couldn't abandon its mother.

It slowly tapped its mother's legs to awaken her. The mother steadily opened its eyes and saw the slightly shivering cub. The mother was quick to realize something was wrong and was about to wake up but it was too late...

swoosh-

An arrow flew past the long trees and landed on the deer's head, pinning its head to the tree and killing it instantly.

The fawn looked at its mother with unbelievable in its eyes. Tears welled up in its eyes and it felt instinctively afraid of what had killed its mother.

However, the fawn was quick to act as it stood up and ran in a direction opposite from where the arrow had come as fast as its legs could go. It rushed through the grass and leaped past the rocks for a long time but it had stopped after some time as its legs had started to give away and it slowed down.

Even though it was very tired and it's throat parched; it still walked with a fast pace, its ears perched up listening to every little sound. Once it made sure it had lost whatever that had killed its mother, it relaxed a bit and slowly walked around for a while till when it saw a pond.

It was exhilarated by seeing the pond and rushed to it. It enthusiastically started drinking large amounts of water. Its whole body was feeling refreshed after drinking the water.

Its tired body finally started easing up but suddenly it felt a huge weight pressing down from above and the last thing it heard was a growl before its head was bitten into, completely crushing it in a second by the huge mouth of the creature that had assaulted it

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He watched as the fawn was torn apart with cold eyes. Only feeling a sense of loss as if a new toy so his had broken. As he didn't feel the slightest sense of danger from the red-eyed wolf, he did not make any movement as it ate the flesh and guts of the fawn at its own pace having not noticed the entity watching it.

while he was watching the wolf eat, he saw a figure kneeling on a branch of a tree a few meters behind the wolf. His high level of night vision was coming to play and could see from long distances. After looking around for a while he saw 2 more figures sitting on branches of other trees nearby.

All of them were wearing black clothes, even covering their faces till their nose. They had distinctive long legs which helped them quickly move through trees and rough terrain. They were the Samburus or often called the long leg tribe by outsiders.

He watched as one of the hunters took out his bow and arrow and shoot an arrow straight to the wolf's neck.

This was a silent arrow and there was only a whimper from the wolf as it dropped dead.

He watched all this happening with a calm expression.

He slowly walked to the remains of the fawn as if drawn to it and slowly placed his hands on its remains and bones.

Phooooshhhh.......

A large amount of memories and emotions were transmitted to him through that touch in a second.

He saw the miserable death of the fawn and its mother flash in front of his eyes. Its emotions when those happened were also transmitted to him.

He suddenly felt underwhelmed and tired. He couldn't even think straight as he just stood there. He had discovered a new.....emotion.

sadness...

There was a part of him that was happy for gaining a new emotion and being a bit more complete but that happiness was completely overwhelmed by the sadness of the fawn's death.

Was it his pain or the fawns.......he didn't care, for the anger had already taken control.

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As he looked more carefully at the hunters again, he saw a body of a mother a deer lying on its shoulder. He had simply glossed over this detail before but this time it was not the same, he recognized the deer as the mother of the fawn.

As he saw this, his whole body seemed to heat up as sparse white steam started to be produced all over his body.

The crystal vertical eye-like crystal started glowing in a new color of true cyan. A color that is impossible to create through even the most advanced of technologies.

A few cyan tears fell from his third eye and overwhelming killing intent filled his surroundings. Even the insects and other critters didn't make a single noise.

Boom!...

The weather started to abruptly change. A thunderstorm ravaged the skies with heavy rain spanning over a few kilometers as if the whole world mourned the death of the deer and was infuriated by the hunters.

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The three hunters watched this disaster occur silently with a grave expression. It was not that they didn't want to talk, but they simply couldn't talk because of the tremendous pressure caused by the Godlike entity that they had somehow infuriated.

All of them felt inexplicably small and meaningless in front of this existence and wondered why such a being would be wandering around the outskirts of a forest and why they had to meet with it.

However at the moment, they all had the same thought,

“We will not be leaving this place alive”

They were all on the brink of the unconscious because of the pressure and the feeling of being on the brink of death.

The leader of the trio thought to himself

“Man I hope those at the village will take of themselves without me, especially old molly. Araya and those youngsters should be able to take care of her and the village without me......I hope...”

He said with a exasperated sigh.

He chuckled inwardly and wore a sad smile as he lost his consciousness ,not being able to withstand the tremendous pressure and like with the others, dropped to the floor like dead bodies.....

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Seeing the hunters drop down unconscious, he suddenly felt very relieved and his anger and power started to calm down greatly. The third vertical eye like crystal stopped glowing brightly and the weather started reverting to how it was before; serene and quiet with light wind.

He wondered where that monstrous power had come from since he did all that destruction unconsciously without any control over it.

He shook his head and put those thoughts to the back of his head as he started focusing on his goal.

Revenge

He walked up first to the one who had the deer on his back. He looked at his hand and concentrated for a while until his hand turned into a shark knife-like surface.

Slice-

He slit the throat of the first hunter without a moment's hesitation. He walked up to others and did the same.

After cleaning his hand in the pond he looked back at the cold and unmoving bodies of the hunters.

Strangely he felt the need to know why they killed the deer and the fawn too.

And so he walked up to the bodies of hunters and touched them, transmitting their memories and recent emotions...........

Chirp chirp

He heard the sounds of the birds and felt the warmth of the rising sun on his back.

He quietly walked up to the water and looked at himself.

What he saw wasn't himself but the biggest monster and hypocrite in the world.

When he saw the memories of the hunters, he had realized that they were hunting in the forest and had killed the deer and wolf to sustain themselves and to provide food and clothing for their village.

They were innocent and he was a murderer.

He held his head tightly with both his hands. Self-blame was ravaging his head.

He stood there like that contemplating his life, for what seemed like a monh but was only an hour.

He had realized what he had done and had accepted it, as there was nothing else he could do.

He walked up to the bodies of the deer, the fawn, the hunters, and even the wolf and dug them all where they had died. He was sure that the wolf had also killed the fawn to sustain itself or feed its Cubs.

While he was contemplating about his life he had realized that it was because of the will of his 'body' that he had drawn him to the fawn and had its memories transmitted to him, which caused him to kill the hunters.

However, all it did was show the fawns and the hunters’ life and the choice to kill the hunters was his, so he couldnt blame it.

He understood that his 'body' was changing his naive outlook on life all the while helping him regain his lost emotions.

He had now seen the beauty........and the cruelty of life.

While looking at his reflection in the pond, he heard the sound of a person's footsteps approaching him from his side.........