Peacekeeper's Wrath

I gazed at the bear's back, hoping it wouldn't eat me if it returned. I didn't understand why it was still keeping me alive. I didn't have time to think about it; my stomach was harsh, constantly smacking my body.

My head spun like car wheels, and my vision blurred. I could feel my auditory sense fading. I almost passed out, but a rustling sound awakened my senses.

The bear in front of me held a honeycomb; the smell of the nectar stopped the rumble of my hungry stomach.

I sat upright and looked at the attractive nectar. My senses returned to normal after seeing the delicious honey; my ego craved the sweet nectar. The bear put down the honeycomb.

I looked at the beast and slowly snatched some parts of the honeycomb. I ate the nectar; the sweet sensation ran through my whole body. I felt like I was in a different dimension; everything seemed peaceful. "Oh! The nectar turned me into a complete simp."

After almost six days with the clingy bear, my fear gradually decreased. I found that the bear was female. I didn't understand, but it acted like my mother. In the past few days, the bear kept bringing food and taking me to its shelter.

Somehow, it was very protective. I remembered encountering a pack of wolves, but the bear brushed them away.

I was considering the possibility of magic in this world because of the healing potion that healed my broken bones and wounds.

I lacked knowledge of magic. I remembered that magic existed on Earth, but it was taboo; the use of magic was banned, and knowledge about it was forced to be erased, although it wasn't completely vanished.

The use of magic on Earth was usually associated with wrongdoing; witchcraft or black magic was commonly used.

A human with knowledge of magic was tagged as a witch and often hunted by church officers and ordinary people because of the power they possessed; they were often executed by burning. This became common practice before, which is why knowledge of magic was limited.

Now I was riding on the bear's back; we were searching for fruit to eat. We stumbled upon a huge tree with purple leaves. I jumped down and sat on the tree trunk; I searched for fruit but found none.

I rested for almost five minutes when a loud noise disrupted the peaceful serenity. It wasn't just the noise of any monster; if I was right, it was the noise of a living human.

Sensing danger, I grabbed my spear, which I had made for self-defense. The bear beside me stepped back as it heard the noise. I also stepped back carefully, staying alert.

An arrow flew through my left elbow; I felt the pain rushing through my body. I took out the arrow and threw it into the bushes. Seven men appeared; they all seemed middle-aged and held weapons like iron spears, axes, bows, and a long sword.

The bear screamed a loud roar and dashed towards the bandits; they tried to defend themselves and attack the monster. I knew I needed to help, but my elbow prevented me from doing anything; I realized I was completely powerless.

I watched the fight unfold. The pain increased tenfold; I guessed the arrow might contain poison. I lay down, breathing heavily.

The bear struck with its claws, but the old man with red hair blocked the strike and managed to strike back; the bear screamed as it was pierced with a long sword. The bowman released his arrow, and the other men joined the fight.

The clashes of swords and screams could be heard. The bear had an advantage in terms of power but lacked mobility; it struggled because of the numbers. While everyone was fighting, I stood up, picked up my spear, and threw it at the bowman; the spear hit the bowman's leg.

He knelt down and looked in my direction, but before he could say anything, the bear's claws struck his head; blood dripped out. The other men stared at me, and the axeman rushed towards my position. The man with the long sword screamed as if enraged, maybe disagreeing with the axeman's action.

Before he could manage to strike my neck, his right arm was bitten by the bear and thrown to the tree trunk; blood ran from his mouth.

The other man struck the bear's back, but the bear managed to block it and counter with a powerful strike. The man's body was scattered around.

My body was getting numb; I could feel the pain; the poison was spreading rapidly. I felt dizzy, and my mouth craved water.

The fight continued; everyone was in bad shape; three of the bandits had perished, and four were injured. A man holding a long sword swung with precision. The beast had already lost a lot of blood and was breathing heavily.

I tried to stay awake, but my consciousness was already fading. I let out a big sigh while looking at the fight, realizing my own weakness; I hoped I had enough power to defend myself. My weak and fragile body was near death.

A loud noise entered the battlefield; after hearing the noise, the old man smiled and continued to fight the beast. A man with black hair riding a horse appeared; he was in his late forties; he scanned the surroundings and looked towards my position.

He pointed his index finger at the bear; a bright light emerged and struck the bear. The bear was hit by the light beam. I was shocked to see what just happened; in a few seconds, the bear, who had become my first parent figure, was now lying down in the dirty field.

The man dismounted and came to me; he stared at my wounds. He smirked and extended his right arm. A bright green glow emerged; the pain slowly left my body, and the wounds healed.

He instructed the others, and they brought two pairs of shackles; they put them on my feet and neck. They dragged me away from the forest; I looked back and saw that some men were butchering the dead bear.

Looking at the dead body, I realized that I didn't even feel anything from the death of the protective bear, maybe because I didn't see her as anything; I was just sticking with that beast for my own benefit. I'm just a louse, a parasitic worm, but I have a goal, and that is to live to the fullest in this world.

The ground was sunken in the deeps of the tattered and muddy forest; silence engulfed the area, leaving nothing but the remnants of the waves of uncertainties. I asked myself how long I'm going to follow the flow of my life and how long it will take for me to solve life's uncertainties.

One plus one equals two, but if I apply it to the pouring storms of life, it will multiply into hundreds of problems. If the boats were sunk deeply in the waters of the Pacific, how long would it take for the rescue to find the remaining survivors?

The world is simply the most cruel place in the entire cosmos; in the blink of an eye, everything can be taken away from you. What drives me to live here is to find a new place, a world renowned for peace and freedom, a place that even the heaven described in the holy text can't rival.

My shackles around my body are just the testimony of the probability of surging pain in the future. If I let my head rest for a while, everything will be left to fate, and I don't want that to happen, so I need to dive into the unknown prevalence of the future and turn the tide.

The path that we are heading seems darker than the other paths I usually take. If this man in front of me has the capacity to turn the tables upside down, I don't know what will happen to me.

If fate writes a new story about me, it should be as good as the bad stories around; I'm hoping to shape my own story, so how should I start now? I don't have the strength to push myself forward; this new body of mine is as weak as a newborn baby, a worm, if I'm going to describe it.

"Death please guide me!"