Chapter 35: The midnight hunt
"I think we should stop here," Ceremus said. "The elks are starting to sense something's wrong."
Hael nodded. "We should leave the ones we knocked out here." He said.
His words caused the King to frown. "Why would we do that?" He asked incredulously.
"Aren't these rare creatures? They are more than likely endangered. It would be wrong of us to kill them like this, especially when there isn't any benefit in doing so."
Ceremus stepped back, his face laced with confusion. "What do you mean no benefit? We'll be recognized as legends for hunting down this many elks, and not to mention; their heads would make for worthy trophies to display in my chambers." He argued.
The white-haired man was stunned to hear this. His brows creased, and he looked visibly upset to hear Ceremus say such cruel things.
Animals, like human beings, are capable of feelings and deserve to be cared for and treasured. They are as close to humans as any other creature and make great companions.
Due to his unique upbringing, Hael formed deep emotional bonds with animals, considering them as part of his family. The thought of harming another creature, who had nurtured and raised him, was inconceivable.
"Killing innocent animals who haven't brought a single type of harm to us for such selfish reasons is wrong, Ceremus. Just put yourself in their shoes. How would you feel if hunters suddenly invaded your territory, and you watched as your brother and sisters got slaughtered in front of you, knowing very well that you might be next? Wouldn't that terrify you?" Hael asked.