The pictures flew in front of his eyes and the boy began to tremble with sadness. Finally, the boy collapsed on his knees from the pressure the sceneries gifted.
*sniffs*
The tears flowed down his cheeks like a stream and his eyes were red. Biting his lips, the boy suppressed his wailing heart.
What the boy saw was the past of Lee Shen, his forr self. The images were deeply embedded information regarding Lee Shen's childhood on Earth. But the current Lee Shen was not as intelligent as the previous one to discern it.
He would have cried the whole day, but the warmth of the daylight urged his troubled heart to calm down. At the very second, his sadness had disappeared beyond the horizon.
The twin stars had only risen above the horizon. The daylight with all its warmth and beauty avoided collision with vines and fell on the boy's face.
A blissful sensation filled the atmosphere and his mind as he picked himself up and walked out of the ruins. Along the way, he could only see broken pieces of stone and aged and cracked walls.
The vines that had taken the place over attributed an unnatural beauty to the ruin. The tender and thick vines invading the cracks and crevices of the stones were beautiful as a clever piece of artwork.
It took almost 10 minutes for that boy to find the exit of the palace. The entire structure was in ruins yet it was difficult to find the way out even after jumping over rocks and taking shortcuts.
A jungle?
The mont the boy's eyes fell on the lush vegetation that had taken over the landscape without sparing a tiny space, confusion and alertness blood in his heart. He quickly hid behind a thick cluster of vines and surveyed the area in his sight.
Silence.
The unbearable silence made his heart to beat quicker. Sohow he felt uneasiness in his mind.
Hiding motionless while hunching behind the thick packet of vines, the boy's instinct proved correct as a Three-eyed Giant Moose entered the scene.
Trouble!
The Three-eyed Giant Moose is an aberrant version of the actual Giant Horn Moose. The third eye on its forehead had the function of a highway cara, capturing the fras in a precise and super-fast manner. The third eye coupled with its large brain could produce detailed info from glances of objects.
Though the visual senses are top-notch, the Three-eyed Giant Moose had poor olfactory and auditory reception. To compensate for this, it's dense fur is extra sensitive to the faintest breeze.
The beast is relatively calm-looking, but the presence of fear-instilling horns gave it a horrible deanour. The symtric branches of horns rivalling the hardness of steel could easily puncture through a human body.
SIlently swallowing the saliva, the boy's eyes were fixed firmly on the body of the beast. the eyelids disagreed to close and the pupils hesitated to move.
The solo beast that walked into the scenario was omnivorous. Though it was chewing down the grass on the ground, its horns and lips were sared with blood. This gave the boy an approximation of the beast's appetite.
If I move, I die. If I run, I die.
With the hatches of escape shut tight, the boy's only option was to stand down as long as for the beast to disappear into the woods.
Fortunately, his pleadings were answered. The Three-eyed Giant Moose stared into the distance before turning around and hopping into the nearby bush.
Huh...
The boy felt relieved as the beast retreated quickly. He was about to step out of the hiding spot when his ears detected sothing peculiar.
People!
His happiness was boundless upon hearing the whispers and murmurs. As far as his mysterious mories and instincts know, only mainstream races could speak coherently.
And the fact that the boy could discern the voices were the proof!
By each passing second, the voices began to intensify and there was an unspeakable emotion that was attributing joy to the boy's heart. Hiding behind the cluster of vines, he was trembling with delight.
And finally, the voices beca coherent and the boy frowned lightly. It was because most of the words spoken by the source were incomprehensible by the boy.
*rustle*
Moving aside the foliage, a group of people walked in. The male-only group had 7 mbers and were ard well. The sight of worn swords and sabres in their hands and on their waist symbolised that they were familiar with combat.
The delighted eyes of the boy faded away as he saw the shaggy appearances of the n. With uneven hair and inadequate armour, they had animal hides to compensate for the lack. The boy assud them to be a bunch of wandering unaffiliated swordsn.
But...
When the tender eyes finally fell on the group of chained people that were dragged by the 7 n, the true identity of these n was discerned.
Bandits!!
With an internal scream, the fact was revealed to the boy and his breath halted for a few seconds. The transition of trembling of delight to shiver from fear was quick and subconscious.
"Drag the kids here. Tie them to that tree."
"What about these helpless won?"
The mockery-filled question was accompanied by a vicious grin. There a pause of a few seconds. Then a bone-chilling voice ca and answered the query-
"We give them our love."
The background beca filled with screams of agony. The won bound by chains cried for help but to no avail.
One of the n walked to the nearest woman with the eyes of a predator. The woman shrieked and the boy jolted up from his hiding place, causing the vines to rustle.
"Huh?"
The eyes of the small boy were overwheld by fear. It was not fear of death but the fear of sothing more horrible than death.
One of the bandits pulled out his sword and walked near the vines. With a single slash, the curtain was chopped down and the boy was revealed.
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