Chapter 95 The Guardian Of The Forest!



The baby crow felt something was wrong with the way the stupid human was looking at it. So it cocked its head and gave him a questioning look.

"Come here, baby...So small and cute. Come here, I will feed you," he bent down and invited the baby crow to hop onto his hand.

But seeing his face, drooling with saliva and that crazed look in his eyes, the baby crow decided to stay put. Its instincts told it to flee instead, and so it did.

And fled it did, running as fast as its little legs could carry it, hopping off rocks and trying to fly away. "Get back here!" he shouted, chasing after the crow.

As Damien chased after the baby crow, stumbling over rocks and tree roots, he muttered to himself, "I just need a little snack, come on, birdie, don't be so difficult."

The baby crow, on the other hand, was determined to escape from this crazy human and find its way back to safety. 

Finally, Damien managed to catch up to the baby crow, but just as he reached out to grab it, the bird darted away and disappeared into the trees. Frustrated, Damien kicked a nearby rock and muttered under his breath, "Stupid bird, I bet you taste terrible anyway."

Finally, after a long chase, Damien managed to corner the baby crow against a rocky outcropping. The bird was panting heavily, its tiny chest heaving with fear and exhaustion.

Damien approached slowly, trying to calm the bird with soothing words and gentle gestures. "It's okay, little one. I just want to help you. I won't hurt you."

But the baby crow wasn't convinced. It hopped back and forth, flapping its wings and letting out sharp caws of warning. Damien could see the intelligence in its eyes, the fierce determination to protect itself at all costs.

For a moment, Damien hesitated. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to harm a helpless creature just to satisfy his own hunger? But the gnawing pain in his stomach drove all doubts from his mind. He reached out and grabbed the baby crow with both hands, holding it tightly so it couldn't escape.

The bird squawked in protest, flapping its wings and pecking at Damien's hands with its sharp beak.

But as Damien looked into the bird's eyes, he saw the fear and helplessness there. He realized that he couldn't bring himself to harm such a small and innocent creature, no matter how hungry he was.

"I'm sorry, little guy," he said, as he gently released the bird from his grasp. "I can't do it. I can't bring myself to hurt you."

The baby crow hesitated for a moment, eyeing Damien warily, before finally taking flight and disappearing into the trees. Damien watched it go, feeling a mix of relief and regret.

"Well, I guess it's back to the drawing board," he muttered to himself. "Maybe there're some berries or nuts I can find around here."

Just then, he heard a rustling in the bushes and turned to see a group of squirrels scurrying about. Damien's stomach growled even louder as he watched them, and he couldn't help but imagine roasting them over a fire. 

As he daydreamed about a feast of roasted squirrel, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from a nearby patch of mushrooms. Curious, he cautiously approached and was amazed to see that the mushrooms were glowing with a soft, otherworldly light.

"Wow," he whispered to himself, "I wonder if these are magic mushrooms." He couldn't resist the temptation any longer and reached out to pluck one from the ground.

But just as his fingers touched the mushroom, he heard a deep voice booming from the forest, "Put that down, human! Those mushrooms are not for eating!"

Startled, Damien dropped the mushroom and spun around to see a giant talking tree looming over him. "Whoa," he muttered, "I must be hallucinating from hunger."

The tree rumbled in annoyance. "I assure you, human, you are not hallucinating. I am the Guardian of the Forest, and it is my duty to protect these sacred mushrooms from those who would misuse them."

Damien scratched his head, trying to process the situation. "So, you're telling me these mushrooms are not for eating?"

"Correct," the tree replied. "They are a source of light and healing, but only for those who show respect and reverence for the forest. You, on the other hand, have been chasing after innocent creatures and causing chaos in my domain."

As the Guardian of the Forest lectured Damien about respect for nature and the consequences of selfish actions, Damien's stomach growled even louder than before. He couldn't help but glance over at the glowing mushrooms, his mouth watering at the thought of a potential meal.

The Guardian noticed his hungry gaze and shook his branches in a warning. "Do not even think about it, human. These mushrooms are not for your consumption."

Damien tried to look away, but the aroma of the mushrooms was too enticing. "I'm sorry, but I'm just so hungry. I haven't eaten in days," he pleaded. "Please, can I just have one little bite?"

The Guardian was unmoved. "Absolutely not. These mushrooms are sacred, and to eat one without my consent would be a grave offence."

But despite the warning, Damien couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a quick glance to make sure the Guardian wasn't looking, he plucked a mushroom from the ground and took a bite.

At first, he felt a warm, tingly sensation in his mouth, and he thought he had discovered the most delicious mushroom in the world. But as the seconds ticked by, he realized something was very wrong.

His vision began to blur, and the forest around him swirled into a kaleidoscope of colours. The ground beneath his feet felt like it was shifting, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The Guardian of the Forest shook its branches in anger. "I warned you, human. You have shown disrespect for the forest and its inhabitants, and now you must face the consequences."

As Damien lay on the ground, feeling the effects of the mushroom taking hold, he heard a chorus of voices calling out to him from all around.

"You have disturbed the balance of nature."

"You have brought chaos to our home."

"You must make amends for your actions."

Damien felt a sense of dread wash over him as he realized the gravity of his mistake. He had not only violated the sacred mushrooms, but also disrupted the delicate ecosystem of the forest.

"I'm sorry," he groaned, struggling to sit up. "I didn't mean to cause any harm. I was just so hungry."

The Guardian of the Forest towered over him, its voice stern. "Hunger is not an excuse for selfish actions. You must learn to respect the natural world and its inhabitants, or face the consequences."