Meeting

I am standing on a tall tree overlooking the terrain as the liger I fought stalks its prey. It has been 2 years since then and I have grown, at 15yrs old I am already 6ft 1", with a lean muscular physique, I have begun to feel and control my blood flow through my meditation and constant stress.

Through my continued fights I have started to figure out how to control my body on a different level, making my skin denser when needed, recruiting more muscles and tendons to carry out different tasks.

All that is left for me to fully feel and control are my organs, and cells to completely master the body.

Whenever I have the chance, I always try to get some benefit from the liger's chaos. I learnt how to dry meat for rations, used buffalo skin for cloths and a bag.

I miss my family from my past life, although this life is alright and I have good parents, it is not the same. One night when meditating in started to remember my dad and all that he has done for me only to disappear just like this

'Dad I am sorry for not living up to your expectation, and not having the chance to give back to you for all you have done for me,' this was the first time I cried in a very long time, including my past life.

The liger is about to attack so I quickly get into position to restock my rations, the herd of buffalo is large enough for me to get one of the stragglers when they start running. I swiftly get down the tree and set up my position towards the left side of the herd and the liger.

The liger pounce into a sprint as it closed in on one of the smaller buffalo, the herd starts moving quickly towards the right,

'Sh*t, wrong side'

I run towards the right as quick as I could, trying not to alert the liger as it is struggling with the buffalo. The buffalo is not going down easy, it is fighting with all that it has, a bigger buffalo charges in and rams the liger with its horns flipping it and giving space for the smaller one to get up.

I look back towards the herd and they are not far off, then I caught the figure of a person.

'Who is that, is he trying to hunt now?'

It is always a bad idea to get a kill before the liger, or it will come for yours.

'Should I help him or use him to distract the liger while I go for my own?'

'Sh*t, he already got one,'

I leave cover and bolt to him as I see that the liger is beginning to change its target to his kill.

"Are you mad, only when it has gotten its kill do you hunt yours," I said to him in frustration.

"There is nothing to worry about, we are far enough to not disturb the beast in its hunt,"

"The name is Daedalus by the way," I can feel how cheeky he is in that statement.

"You are mad, it got pushed back by the big one and now it has found an easier kill in the one that you have yet to finish."

We look over to see the liger closing in fast

"Let's leave it for now there will always be pray later"

"How can a spartan leave their kill for another," he said in anger that I cannot understand.

I wanted to persuade him some more, but its too late for that. The liger was already going towards the buffalo that is struggling to get up and Daedalus was already charging to wards it.

He puts the shield on the ground and braces as the liger swipes at it pushing him back a little, he strikes with his sword towards the side of the beast leaving no injuries.

He does a charge with his shield and bashes the liger from below on the jaw, then follows with a thrust stabbing the liger deep in its shoulder.

'Seems I am not needed'

I watched as he goes for a kill when the liger suddenly pounces on him, though he blocked with his shield, he was fully upright and couldn't take the power of the blow, leaving him open for a blow that could kill him.

He rolls out of the way taking a blow to his shield arm, forcing him to drop the shield as his hand can't carry the weight anymore.

Looking at the way things are going, I line my spear along my shoulder, taking aim at the liger's head, regulating my breathing, increasing the tension in my body, and

*swoof*

My spear leaves my side true in its destination, the liger spots this strike coming and tries to dodge it, but it is too late, shifting its head and body forward a little bit more forcing my spear to lodge in its neck.

Daedalus would not miss this chance as he thrusts his sword upward from the beasts' jaw through its brain.

Daedalus breathing heavily sits on the ground, as the liger drops dead on the floor

"You have my thanks, what is your name," he asks with a smile

"Atredies"

"Have the beast as your prize, while I take my kill with me. We shall meet again as warriors of Sparta and drink to this," saying so he gets up and starts treating the buffalo he killed.

We treat our animals in silence, not bothering to talk more. After we are done with that Daedalus starts to trat his wounds and start a fire to cook his meat. I portion my meat into thin slabs and carry as much as I can carry the start leaving.

"I will wait until that day then, Daedalus," I said as I leave.

"Hmm"

Getting back to my camp I quickly rack my meat to dry it, the start a fire to eat some fresh meat. Although the meat is tough, it is still edible.

"It had been a while since I had fresh meat."

As soon as the meat entered my stomach, I begin to feel my blood flow faster than it normally does, it is circling across my body becoming thicker and thicker.

When the it finally flows into my brain, I feel like my mind has been opened up, my whole body comes into my view from organs, bones, muscle, blood and blood vessels, skin, and even my hair.

All aspects can be felt on a whole different level, passing information to me about the condition of my body, what can get better, and what it needs to get better.

'Does this mean I can be immortal if I can keep getting better?'