Miti was only a little cub but already he feared nothing and he never backed down from a challenge, even if it was initiated purely by his imagination. The rogue lands were full of wonder, mystery and chances to prove himself to be a mighty warrior. A warrior without a cause, without an allegiance and without anything holding him back! Accept for of course his size and his lack of age. But as he knew, every battle had to have a winner and a loser. It was a rough lesson to learn, unfortunately. Sometimes winning or losing was as fragile of a matter as the snapping of a branch or sneezing in the wind. Too recently he'd experienced what it was like being on the losing side of the coin. Not but an hour ago a winged insect had fluttered past him and his siblings, circled around in a taunting manner and then took off. It was a challenge if he'd ever seen one. How dare it think it could outwit the mighty Mitikoen! He took off after the nose-sized black and yellow striped insect ferociously. It was a long chase, but the bug finally landed on a nice bright purple flower and that's when the cub struck! His intention was to end the battle with one swoop, so he bit into his opponent and for a split second, thought he had won. But he realized he was sorely mistaken as his muzzle began to swell up and he yelped as loud as he could. It was the worst pain he'd ever experienced in his whole, short little life. But no one came to his rescue, he had wandered off, out of the sight and ear-shot from his parents.
Mitikoen couldn't do anything but cry.
Seaki
