A man once walked into a pride of lions in a conquering mood.
In a time when humans existed in the margin left to them by the lions. In a time when power was gotten with force. They lived in the shadows and ate leftovers and were not separated from the lions. They were peers. When their escaping methods failed them and they found themselves eye to eye with a lion, the human's life was in that moment measured by degrees of a lion's mercy.
A man once walked out from the shadows in a conquering mood.