CHAPTER 19

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Each new day seemed to be another phase of the bizarre wandering in this forest. At times he felt like he was turning into a mindless predator, constantly roaming in search of a new target, or trying to create a knife out of stones to skin animals he had killed.

The darkness of the night had already ceased to affect him in any way. Wandering in the darkness he was surprised at the absence of any fears, on the contrary there was only a tranquil freedom.

It was partly the merit of the blood manipulation, for if there had been something alive around, he would have been immediately aware of its presence, which made it certain that if there was silence around, it was indeed absolute silence.

But that didn't change the fact that sometimes when he stopped and gazed into the silence of the night he didn't notice his former anxious mood. The life outside the forest did not seem to interest him, and the search for new prey with thoughts of skill development occupied all his leisure time.

This whole course of events with hunting and understanding the details of unique ability was repeated for the second week, and the guests did show up at the beginning of the third. The ones Isaia had least expected were the ones who showed up.

The new visitors were not forest dwellers, but representatives of the same species as the young man himself. These were even wilder ragamuffins. One of them carried a bow behind his back, and all had decently sized knives, blades without much forging that were clearly not the work of a skilled craftsman.

Isaia had sensed their presence beforehand, and how could he not notice them, the sensations were awe-inspiring and almost shouted the presence of guests.

There was also a special feeling that distinguished their "call" that he could not think of any explanation for.

While the beasts in the forest felt like small torches, the three newcomers felt like decent sized bonfires. Isaia could have sworn that there was no such presence and 'summoning' from the two strangers he had met on the first day. He vaguely remembered the events of that day, for there had been many incomprehensible things before he had begun to realize his strange power, but such a thing he could hardly forget, even if he tried with all his being.

Considering that he was the first to know about the presence of strangers, namely the presence of uninvited visitors on his territory, it was logical that he took advantage and hid in time. He wanted to observe and keep an eye on the unwanted guests first.

However, they could clearly guess about someone's presence here, given the dozens of carcasses of wild boars and hares. The animals obviously would not collect carcasses, eating what they had caught, and would go out on a new hunt and search for food, given the lack of supplies.

If the lad had the gift of reading minds and knowing the thoughts in the heads of others, he would have been in for quite an act of surprise, for the three strangers were quite startled to see what they had stumbled upon on an occasion of unknown circumstances.

The only pity is that they were mostly led by a very different feeling - greed guiding them. It took them under its anxious and firm grip, for these were hungry places, but some fears and doubts still remained. They were about the nature of what they had found, namely, the conditions of the killed beasts.

Usually those who hunt and kill wild boar do it leaving many marks on the carcass of the animal. Often it is a few arrows, and only the especially skillful, or as it often happens, the especially unintelligent go with a spear, but still from all this there are remarkable puncture wounds.

The carcasses found, quite near the edge of the forest, showed no signs of wounding. The animals seemed bored and simply died of their own accord. The boars looked dystrophic, and the hares looked desiccated.

Isaia wondered what to do, for on one hand it was unknown how these individuals would behave if he made his presence known, and on the other hand it was necessary to indicate that carcasses were not derelict and they needed to let them lie where they lay.

The advantage of getting in touch with humanity was also the possibility to find out where he was and finally return to his home, which is the wish of everyone who has been deprived by fate to be aware of his whereabouts.

Though the new ability stirred his mind, allowing him to forget himself in the research, pushing him to wild adventures, but if it were possible, the lad would gladly get out into the embrace of home comfort and coziness.

Of course, Isaia was not full of positivity and naiveté. Watching the three of them quickly divide up his supplies without even trying to find out if they had an owner, he drew quite a few logical conclusions of his own. Instead, they immediately decided to appropriate what they had found for themselves.

All this made him to be on guard, and dark thoughts crept in. To be honest, the lad had undergone tangible psychological changes, and now he saw everyone as the carriers of the source of energy, energy for him, all those in whom the blood flowed.

He had to struggle and convince himself that these were only wild and groundless thoughts, fantasies that had no place to be spoken out loud in human society and said to others. Try to share his thoughts with others, and he would clearly be condemned by public outcry, because society is not exactly of tolerant paints to those who think in such a way.

Isaia didn't know if the day would come when he would stop viewing everything through the prism of moral standards and foundations and start viewing humans as a source of energy, food for his ability. To be honest, the former attitudes were too little in him and he began to approach the lives of others in a cynical manner.

Here and now, of course, he did not even consider as a primary measure the elimination of the uninvited guests, but rather an apology on their part for what they had done, and, if possible, an answer to a few of his questions.

He might even thank them by sharing the flesh of the beasts, or even give it all away if they were willing to trade and give him one of the knives as payment for the carcasses. He would manage to get new ones, but a tool made of iron, though not of high quality, he would not be able to make by himself in the next few years with the progress he had on his hands.

Having made sure that there were only three visitors and no additional uninvited guests, Isaia slowly came out of his hiding place, slightly raising his hand to eye level, showing that he is harmless.

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