Chapter Two

The creature approached the young man and saw that his arm was injured. The old man, seeing the creature approaching the boy, raised the machete and shouted:

"Stay away from the boy, filthy beast..."

But the creature puffed up and looked at him with disgust. Then it took out one of its claws, and just when the old man thought it was going to harm the boy, the plant removed a part of its skin. The bewildered old man watched as the creature placed its skin over the wound, and it stopped bleeding. Then the plant made a strange expression and fell unconscious in the same pose as the boy.

The old man said, "No..."

The young man felt himself waking up, but he didn't feel like himself; he felt something different. His vision was strange and nothing looked like what he knew. It was like a dream but more real.

The first thing he saw was some kids beating up another one.

"Why are they hurting him?" he thought. "No!"

But his thoughts didn't feel like his own, and the way he described the words was more as if he felt the words rather than thought them.

In that moment, he was filled with rage and, as if a protective instinct compelled him, he threw one of his arms towards one of the assailants. He didn't want to hurt them, just to make them leave the boy alone. But something had changed; his anger didn't fade, and he felt something else, hatred.

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Shortly after, a bird and a rat of strange colors emerged. He attacked them with his arms in self-defense but thought and felt.

"Why do I feel this? It's hatred, yes, hatred and power?" Slowly, he was losing control and struck the attackers. Gasping in desperation, he thought.

-No...Why my master mocks?... I hate... Power... -as I thought those words, it was as if I felt them stronger and stronger.

"Ha, ha, ha," he heard the child who had been beaten before.

-HA...HA...HA...- said, echoing in his mind.

But then he saw the child faint.

"Master! Master!" he thought, gasping in increasing desperation, feeling a guilt like he had never felt in his life, and then his mind stopped functioning; only hatred and rage remained.

-Hate, power, hate, power, HA...HA...HA...- he couldn't stop thinking and feeling.

He saw some men approaching, with machines they sprayed a liquid with an unpleasant smell and then fire.

The heat was suffocating.

"Fire, men, fire, hate, power, HA...HA...HA..." he thought in total confusion. One of them threw a steaming liquid.

-Cold, cold- he felt as if his blood were boiling and finally broke. He felt himself dying.

At that moment, the young man woke up as if from a nightmare.