Puppet

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He was known as THE CAPRICIOUS HUNTER. He had slain an entire clan and destroyed a thriving village.  However, he himself was not entirely at fault. He always abided by the orders and never questioned the credibility of those commands. For all he knew, his survival depended on obeying orders. That was the way he had continued to survive till now. After he had outlived his usefulness, he was discarded. 

He was an orphan. The region where he was born was plagued by death and cold. From that death hole, he was rescued. He deemed that person to be his saviour. However, he never realized that devils also disguised themselves as angels. His salvation, in reality, was his destruction. He always followed the orders of his saviour. His over-dependence had pre-determined his ruin. Without any orders, he had gone adrift in the storm of life.

Now that he was on his own, he realized how bound he had become. He was just like a puppet, whose master pulled the strings, and he danced to his whims. He knew nothing about himself; his choices and preferences and his likes and dislikes. All he had ever done was mould himself according to others ' desires. Nevertheless, now he was abandoned. He was just like a wooden puppet, who was termed as outdated and was forsaken. The betrayal was etched onto his heart.

The torment and continuous lamentation had broken him. His desire to find himself was lost before he had started his journey. He was a lost traveller, forever cursed to wander in search of his destination.

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