BLUE PLANET
THE HUNTER'S HEART (Side Story )
Marxists sit leaning against a tree and place their bow on the ground. His sturdy legs felt a little tired in the hunting event this time. The young Chimaera was very agile and agile.
The northern wind that was blowing slowly through the sidelines of the trees began to dry his hunting clothes that had been soaked in sweat.
“Energy drain also yes, hunt today.” Melvian threw a packet of food that they brought towards the Marxists.
“Ya, right. Almost the chimaera escaped because of your carelessness, friend,” Marxist ridicule.
“Hah, it's good you spoke! It was precisely I who had saved you from the swing of his sharp claws when you were cornered on the edge of the cliff earlier. Don't you deny that!” Melvian laughs.
“Hahaha! You think I got cornered like that because of what, hey? Try to remember again.” Marxists tore off their packaging.
“You recklessly barged in when I was about to defeat that monster,” Melvian replied quickly and started eating her lunch.
“Yang right? You, or that monster who actually almost lost?”
“Monster it knows!” Melvian punched the Marxist arm. Marxists.
“Hey, you two!” Monzi came with feet and hands full of bandages. ”For what to argue about that? Never mind, just admit that your team lost to my team. We managed to finish it much shorter than your time record!”
“Indeed. But still we are declared dead Monzi, pal.” Menxara approached while limping. “With injuries like this, it could be said that we were the ones caught by the chimaera. Not the other way around.”
Marxists and Melvians laughed out loud.
“Huh, you're this. Disturb my pleasure only.” Monzi grumbled as he pulled the edge of his bandage that was almost released.
“Wah, severe is also your wound Monzi.” Marxists observe the wound on Monzi's leg. “Chimaera earlier seemed to have meant to kill you.”
“You should have told him that you are not good to eat,” Melvian commented.
“Kump you if you don't shut up, Melvian!” Monzi brandished his fists pretending to be threatening. Melvian laughed and ran away.
“Already, let's go home Monzi,” take Menxara. “It's almost dark and we still have to stop by the Treatment Center to clean these wounds.”
~o0o~
“Eh Marxist, what is it with you?” melvian asked as she cleared her bow from the dirt and dirt after the hunt this afternoon. “I have noticed since yesterday that you are a little more reserved and not aggressive anymore in the hunt. Is there a problem?”
Marxists shrug their shoulders. “Tak knows. Lately I have not been too eager to hunt. Like there's less.”
“Less in what do you mean? No hunted beast is worthy enough to offer to King Ares? Or not good enough for us to eat?”
“Not. Not that.” Marxists shuffle. “I feel ... it seems .. I should have done all this for something more important than just filling my stomach or to present to King Ares.”
Melvian stared at her best friend. “You are so funny Marxist. What else is more important to us than King Ares or a full stomach?”
“Entah, Mel. It was as if there was some kind of desire that had been deeply buried and I had never realized its existence, which was trying to come to the surface. But I don't know what it is.”
“Hmm. What deep desire is unclear, but you can already feel it?” Melvian looked at Marxists in confusion. Marxists nodded.
“Maybe... You want a position as a member of one of the Training Divisions?”
“Not about it.”
“Oh yes? You don't want to be elected as a Division Member of one of the Leadership Sectors on Mars? Gaining honor among other Martians, gaining many privileges and exceptions in daily activities, there is no need to be tired of hunting to be able to eat because it has got a share of ordinary hunters like us, he said, provided a place to stay for yourself, then that special uniform that looks dashing!”
Marxists flinch towards Melvian. “It seems that the one who really wants it is you huh, Mel?”
“Hahaha!” Mevian blushed. “Knowledge yes?”
“Very caught.”
~o0o~
Marxists looked out the window.
On the edge of the forest, Mirazi's team is almost defeated by the Monsequ team, which is indeed more reliable in wrestling, an additional sport that is often played during holidays on Mars. Looks Melvian who joined the Monsequ team is laughing happily waiting for the victory that is in sight.
Marxists are not interested in playing in any team today. He wanted to do something else, even though he didn't know what he wanted.
Marxists rise up and take his bow. Maybe in the woods there's something new and exciting to see. Although actually after a thousand times he entered the forest, he had completely memorized any plants and creatures that were there.
~o0o~
The moist air in the silence of the forest immediately greeted his footsteps. Marxists inhale the scent of wet dirt and mud that they love. A habit that always gets scorn from Melvian who can never understand what it's good to walk around in a dark and silent forest except for the sake of hunting. And usually Marxists respond only with laughter. Because he also does not really know why he really likes this forest and the atmosphere in it.
Unknowingly, Marxists have reached the limits of the forbidden forest.
He looked over there. The atmosphere was getting quiet and dark.
He had never before thought about why the forest in this part was forbidden to enter. Or there are any wild animals in it. But for some reason at this moment he felt a strong urge to go explore it. Suddenly there was a desire to examine every inch of land that existed and uncover all the secrets that might be stored in the trunks of the tree. Marxists continue their steps, entering a more gripping darkness.
Suddenly his foot caught on a piece of the root of a large tree sticking out of the ground. Marxists are moving forward. And when he thought his head would stumble against the tree trunk, his body soared for a moment in the air. Then it fell hard.
The Marxist raises his head and stands up.
Where'sisthis?
This isn't the forest, is it?
This place is so bright.
Marxists blink their eyes. He looked up. And surprised.
Hey, what's up with the sky?
Why is it blue?
It's a very bright blue.
This is not the Martian sky.
Marxists look to the left and to the right. The trees and plants around him looked bright and fresh. He looked down at his feet. The grass is bright green. This is not a Martian forest.
Suddenly he smelled a different scent in the air. But it is not like the smell of game animals that make adrenaline rush to immediately run chasing.
It's a smell that somehow makes her feel comfortable. It was much more comfortable than the feeling he got when he inhaled the wet forest air he had always liked.
He sniffed around looking for the direction of the strange scent. It was not far from where he stood.
From the corner of his eyes there was a movement from behind a large tree. He immediately raised an arrow and shouted a warning; though his little heart said it was not necessary.
A creature emerged from behind the tree.
~o0o~
