Homo Avatarius: ( Your Consciousness is an Alien )

Homo Avatarius: ( Your Consciousness is an Alien ) Read Online Free PDF

Book: Homo Avatarius: ( Your Consciousness is an Alien ) Read Online Free PDF
Author: JT Alblood
Tags: History, Time travel, Alien, warlord, black death, genesis code, mongol, gladiador, genghis kahn
did you start the fight?”
    Batu’s shock had worn off and was now replaced with rage. He screamed as he chased after Sobutay, and I stood still with the rest as I watched him run Sobutay down like a tiger chasing an antelope. In those chases, the tiger always won.
    Sobutay ran extremely fast, but Batu quickly closed the gap as he kicked up dust clouds from the grass. I could only think that Batu would give the far weaker Sobutay a deadly beating as soon as he caught him.
    Suddenly, in mid-stride, Sobutay stopped, turned and planted himself with his right shoulder lowered. Batu could not stop as fast as Sobutay and his face crunched into Sobutay’s shoulder, instantly breaking his nose and a handful of teeth. Air exploded out of his lungs and sent blood and teeth flying from his mouth.
    Slightly rocked back on his heels, Sobutay took one step and kicked Batu in his stomach. Those of us who had been watching raced to the scene and saw Sobutay standing over Batu with a rock in his hand and his foot on his opponent’s bleeding mouth. Probably for the first time in his short life, Batu feared death. We just stood still and quietly watched, waiting to see what happened next.
    His face now crooked and covered in blood, Batu tried to say something, but the blood in his mouth and Sobutay’s foot on his throat prevented him from managing anything beyond a weak growl. A few of Batu’s close friends stepped forward to intervene, but the wolf, who had been watching, stepped into view and growled until Batu’s supporters backed down.
    Sobutay stopped staring at us and looked down at his opponent. Suddenly, he hurled the stone down with such force that it smashed Batu’s skull. Blood and bone scattered on the ground, and one of the boy’s eyeballs was blown from its socket. Sobutay showed no excitement or panic. With blood spatter on his face, he scanned us with his eyes, turned and calmly walked toward the tents. The wolf followed him, and so did I. I wanted to turn back and scream, “Here is your new leader!” But everyone already knew.
    Later, as we sat quietly in the tent, I couldn’t endure the silence. “You shocked everyone…Was that necessary?”
    “ With the absence of leadership, that bulky boy unnecessarily took a risk and forced someone he didn’t know to fight. If you take an unnecessary risk and you do so often, you will come across an unexpected situation and get unnecessarily hurt. I, on the other hand, took a necessary risk. I showed a strong stance that will endure for the rest of my life. The decision was easy: I have chosen my path.”
    As he continued his calm and thoughtful speech with his strange accent, I realized how this weak boy had already become a young warrior in front of my eyes.
    “ But did you have to kill him? You had already defeated him and won.”
    “ The broken nose and teeth would have healed, but the boy’s pain would only have increased. Whenever he saw me, he would remember what he had lost and try to regain his lost power. He would keep trying this until one of us was dead. In order to survive and continue, I couldn’t leave him alive. Just like in the forest: sometimes you kill a bear in order to wander around its territory comfortably rather than wandering around the territory in discomfort. But all the words are empty now. It’s done.”
    Batu’s family had to submit to the death—which happened after a fair fight. It didn’t suit them to oppose Cebe anyway. My father had already said that he didn’t want any feuds. Although no action was taken, the pain was still there, and it always would be.
    Days and weeks passed. We spent the days in heavy labor, shooting arrows, stretching spreads, wrestling, and riding horses. We did the work we were given as if it were a competition. Sobutay, who was not very good at riding horses, overcame his inability and started catching me—sometimes even passing me. In exchange, he taught me the techniques he had learned from his ironsmith
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