The deer gave in, collapsed under the gaping maw of the lion. It didn't have much time to contemplate everything it had lived up to until this point, for the lion's killing blow was swift and efficient. Its consciousness quickly faded away into nothing.

In nothingness, it asked the void: "Was I a good deer?"



Then it let loose a cry. Gunfires and explosions roared across the landscape. Two women were hidden under a tattered tent, one of them holding onto a newborn infant, holding onto their dear life, literally.

"Maybe... maybe she will end the war."

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