The Last Hunt

The guards accelerated their pace, trying to close the gap between them and the elusive creature. But the white deer, seemingly a master of these woods, darted effortlessly between the trees, leaping gracefully over roots and branches, always keeping just out of reach. Its movements were fluid, almost as if it were a part of the forest itself, and the hunters found themselves struggling to keep up.

The emperor, however, was relentless. With a bow in his hands and his eyes locked on the deer, he was consumed by a single thought: the creature must be his, no matter the cost. He pulled back the bowstring and released an arrow, but the deer, with a swift and elegant turn, dodged the projectile with ease, continuing its escape deeper into the forest.