The Hunter brushed past a large oak tree. He suddenly stopped bent down and stared intently at the ground as if he was reading a book. He slowly stood, apparently satisfied with what he saw, he then took a deep breath and continued on to his hunt. He knew that his prey was close, He knew not how his prey continued to elude him. This was no mere buck, this was the Spirit of the Forest. He hunted not out of necessity but out of challenge. Change was coming and he was it's harbinger.
He was exhausted of the endless cycle, never changing always chained to the past and traditions: the old way, no innovation, and seemingly no better way. He was determined he was going to change things, he would spark a cataclysmic shift that would see him remembered by the tribes forever. They would speak of his actions for endless generations.
He continued to move and track, staying vigilant and always moving, until finally he came upon a clearing and found the Spirit waiting for him, in the guise of the mighty buck. The Hunter approached head held high, bow strung and ready. “Why have you hunted me O’ Hunter of the tribes.” the Spirit asked.
“I seek change.” The Hunter replied.
“I see.” The Spirit continued “Take my life and realize your folly.”
The Spirit stood proudly as the Hunter drew back his bow. His hands trembled as he drew the bow back. As he exhaled he released, the arrow flow straight and true into the buck's massive chest. The Spirit fell to the ground with out a sound. The hunter stood frozen in disbelief unable to grasp what he had done. He whipped around as he heard a deep rumbling laugh. It was coming from a mountainous bear. "I told you mortal." the bear said. I am the forest I have been here for a thousand eons, and I'll be here for a thousand more." the bear continued "Realize the futility of your pitiful attempt at change, nature changes for no man."
He now understood his folly. He had not broken the endless cycle, the ever turning wheel of time, he had simply continued its turn. He had failed. He wept bitterly. He had failed change would not be coming to anything. He had only helped that which he hated. He knew not what he would do. When he finally was resigned to live in the old ways, the only way he thought bitterly. He began the journey to his home.
The Hunter stumbled into the camp of his tribe, the Elders looked upon him with a knowing gaze. He looked back with a despair that broke the hearts of all who looked upon him. He now understood their condemnations of his actions, he knew why they had called out to him telling him that this hunt was foolish.
He finally spoke “Why must we live like this?”
They replied with one bitter voice “Would you show us a better way?”
I was inspired by some of the prehistoric objects, and some of my objects that made me remember why I dislike a lot of traditions.
