The Exile and the Vietes

The Exile and the Vietes This is my submission for Nightjay's Story Contest! Let's see if you like it :P
Arjin stalks between the trees with a single goal in his mind: Kill a Vietes.
If he can kill one of them then there is no way they can keep him in exile. Arjin smiles grimly as he crouches behind a tree and peers around it, scanning the forest for anything majestic.
If someone who is a citizen kills a Vietes they would become a legend and get their own statue so surely if someone who is an exile kills one they will at least get to return from banishment.
With this one logically theory in mind the young Hinian ducks out from under the tree and makes his way deeper into the forest. He only has his bow and arrow to keep him alive but strangely he feels confident.
It was almost like he’s in a dream. Not many dare  to venture alone in the forest much less hunting for a Vietes but here Arjin is doing just that and the fact that he is doing it without anywhere to go if he gets injured just makes it twice as dangerous and crazy.
But if his exile has taught him anything it’s that everything is dangerous and crazy. The tribe don’t even realize how sheltered their life is. Arjin is almost thankful for this experience if it isn’t for the fact he is forced to do it.
He sighs inwardly as the shadows around him get longer with the thickening undergrowth. He really hadn’t meant to kill that flock of sheep. It had all been an unfortunate occurrence that he had let the untamed dogs out instead of the tame ones.
Arjin’s deep brown face crinkles into a cringe as the image of the dogs mauling the sheep run across his mind. It hadn’t been the best moment of his life to see that but it had taught him a very important lesson: don’t let the untamed dogs out to herd the sheep. The tribe’s chief though, hadn’t thought he had learned his lesson and had banished him.
Arjin tries to forget the trial that he had lost as he finds himself in the heart of the forest. A flash of blue catches his eye and he ducks behind the nearest tree. Peering out from behind the tree slowly his breath catches in his throat.
A creature is standing in between some trees. It is long and narrow with thin albeit regal legs and it has a wolf like snout that makes it look wild and dangerous but the thin butterfly like antennae on its head and the long swaying tail at its rear balances it all out.
Arjin stares at it, fascinated with its unusual coloring; it has sky blue fur with swirls and dashes of a deeper algae blue running across its sleek body. Circles of white dotted below its eye while two white marks point down its forehead. As it turns its head the exiled boy notices that green fur circles around its soft purple eyes.
The creature looks happily at some leaves that are drifting to the ground and suddenly its antennae glows a brilliant white that light up the forest.
Arjin watches in amazement as the leaves abruptly stop and begin to glow a softer white light before floating toward the animal’s mouth. It opens its muzzle and the antennae stop glowing as it reaches out and bites down on the leaves before being to chew on them.
This has to be a Vietes! Arjin thinks as he watches it from behind the tree. The stories were almost completely accurate except for the fact their fur isn’t green and they don’t look exactly like wolves.
He takes a deep breath to calm his pounding heart and keeps his eyes trained on the beast as he quietly slips his bow over his head before positioning it and grabbing an arrow from his quiver.
Arjin slides the arrow into position against the bow and aims. As he’s about to let it fly the Veites looks over at him and locks eyes with him. Its purple eyes gleam calmly and peacefully as if it’s okay with the fact it’s about to die.
Arjin’s breath snags in his throat as he stares back at it. I can’t kill this beautiful creature. He realizes and points the bow at the ground while slowly easing up on its string until the arrow is loosely against the bow.
He never breaks eye contact as he does all this and as the Vietes walks toward him he keeps his brown eyes locked with its purple ones.
Arjin feels strangely calm as it makes its way toward him and as it stops in front of  him and hovers over his head all he feels is wonder. The Vietes dips its muzzle down until in lightly brushes his head. Arjin closes his eyes wanting to focus only on the tingling he feels as it rest its muzzle on his black hair. Only when Vietes pulls away does he opens his eyes to watch as it turns around and walks away from him.
It passes between two trees and he glimpses its antennae glowing briefly before the undergrowth swells and all he can see is green. Arjin stares at the wall with a mixture of amazement, shock, and disgust. Those are what the children in his tribe long to kill and it makes him feel sick. He doesn’t understand how anyone could go through with killing a creature that did nothing to them except make them feel at peace with the world.
He finds raw determination beginning to swell up in his chest as he looks back toward the direction of his tribe’s village.
His goal of killing a Vietes is replaced by a new goal as he stares between trees almost as if expecting to catch a glimpse of his tribe’s village.
 He was going to make his tribe not want to killVietesess and if it's last thing he did before he dies, Arjin would be happy, that he knows in his heart.
All it takes is one person, one encounter, and one goal to change the world.
-Bright
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