Sometimes he and another man would get into an argument over water. And he would hit the other man with a rock and blood would flow out of the other man.
The first time man killed he felt invincible. By the third time he realized something. That he was built just like the other men of whom he had spilled the blood. He too could bleed. He to could be killed.
This made him
anxious
. After this realization, Man sought a better way forward. He would no longer spill the blood of others. They could all share the water.
Few summers past. Man was older, and the river he got water from became more crowded. The water was less pure. And eventually a fight broke out. The men separated into three groups... and then the smallest group was killed. Then it was two groups. Man didn't know how he ended up on one group, but there he was. Now tasked with leading the group into spilling the blood of the others.
It was either them or Man and his group. There was a
fight
. Many spilled their blood. But in the end Man won. With less people excreting their waste into the river, the water would soon become more pure.
