2025-10-21 22:31:10Chapter 2
The rain stopped just before dawn.
Mist hung low, veiling the trees like ghosts unwilling to leave.
Kael hadn’t slept.
None of them had.
Captain Reeve Darrow stood by the dying fire, scanning the jungle through binoculars. His jaw was tight, his eyes hollow from exhaustion.
“Soon as visibility improves, we move,” he said. “We find Voss’s team, get what we came for, and get off this cursed island.”
Dr. Elara Voss didn’t argue this time. Her usual sharp tone was gone. She just stared at the fog. “There’s something… wrong with the air pressure,” she murmured. “My barometer’s been spiking all night.”
Kael adjusted his gear quietly, avoiding Elara’s gaze. His arm still pulsed faintly beneath the fabric, that strange light dimming and flaring in rhythm with the island’s hum.
Mira Hale stepped closer to him, clutching her specimen kit. “You heard it too last night, didn’t you?”
“The scream?”
She nodded. “I thought it was a nightmare. But then I saw… shadows moving near the trees. Not animals. Tall.”
Kael said nothing. But his grip on his knife tightened.
Reeve barked, “Pack up! We move in five.”
The team fell into a rhythm—fast, practiced.
Yet everything around them felt wrong.
The jungle was quiet. Too quiet. No insects, no birds, no rustle of branches.
As they moved, Kael noticed the trees again. Some of them had carvings on the bark—faint spirals, half-erased symbols identical to the ones from the stone slab.
He brushed his fingers over one.
Warm.
Alive.
Pulsing faintly beneath the surface, like veins in wood.
He shivered.
Reeve noticed. “What’s that?”
“Markings,” Kael said. “Could be tribal. But…”
“But?”
Kael hesitated. “They’re… new.”
Reeve frowned. “No one’s lived here in decades, Rynor. Focus.”
Kael did. But that unease only deepened as they pressed further inland.
By midday, they reached a clearing.
And stopped.
Before them stood the lost expedition camp—the one they were sent to find.
It was perfect.
Tents still upright. Lanterns still hanging.
Cooking pots on the firepit… still warm.
Mira gasped. “No way…”
Elara stepped forward, kneeling by the fire. “This shouldn’t be possible. These people vanished three weeks ago.”
Reeve moved fast, checking footprints. “They were here recently. Maybe hours ago.”
Kael scanned the site, instincts prickling. “No. Look at the moss.”
The ground around the tents was freshly grown over. Thick, untouched.
He crouched, pressing his hand to the earth.
Cold. Dead still.
No movement. No trace of heat except the fire.
Like time itself had stopped here.
Elara opened one of the tents. Inside—maps, journals, tools, all untouched.
And something else.
A single handprint burned into the canvas wall.
Black. Charred.
Human-sized.
Kael stepped closer. “What the hell…”
Elara’s fingers trembled as she traced the outline. “Radiation burn? Chemical reaction?”
Reeve shook his head. “None of that explains the smell.”
They all smelled it then.
A faint sweetness beneath the smoke.
Rotting flowers.
Kael pushed into another tent—and froze.
Dinner plates were still laid out on the table.
Spoons halfway in soup.
Cups half full of water.
Everything perfectly preserved.
Except there were no people.
Just silence.
Mira’s voice cracked. “Where did they go?”
Kael scanned the ground again. No footprints leading out. No signs of struggle.
Only one thing stood out: a notebook lying open near the main tent.
He picked it up. The first few pages were normal—data logs, soil readings. Then the handwriting changed.
Day 17 – The jungle watches us now. We hear it breathing.
Day 19 – The runes moved again. Same symbols. Same pulse.
Day 21 – Kael Rynor.
Kael’s stomach dropped. “What—”
Reeve looked over. “What is it?”
Kael showed him the page.
Reeve’s eyes darkened. “That’s your name.”
“Yeah,” Kael whispered. “And this was written three weeks before we got here.”
Mira backed away. “That’s impossible.”
Elara snatched the notebook, flipping through the rest. The final page was smeared with blood and mud, but a single phrase stood out, scrawled in panic.
It woke up.
Thunder cracked above them.
The ground trembled.
Kael felt that pulse again beneath his feet. Stronger this time. Closer.
“Reeve,” he said quietly. “We have to move.”
The captain didn’t hesitate. “Pack everything. Now.”
They barely got ten meters before the fog thickened.
White. Heavy.
A suffocating wall.
Kael’s instincts screamed. He drew his knife. “Stay close!”
Something moved in the mist.
A ripple—like water disturbed by unseen hands.
“Who’s there?!” Reeve barked.
No answer.
Then a whisper, faint, low.
“You shouldn’t have come back.”
The fog shifted. Shapes formed—humanoid, but featureless. Shadows inside the mist, circling them slowly.
Mira screamed as one brushed past her arm, leaving a streak of frost.
Reeve fired his rifle. The bullet vanished into the haze. No sound. No echo.
Kael grabbed Mira, pulling her behind him. “Don’t look at them!”
Elara stumbled beside him, her breath ragged. “What are they?!”
Kael didn’t answer. He didn’t know.
But his veins were burning again—the mark under his skin glowing bright blue, lighting the fog around his hand.
The shadows stopped.
Like they were watching.
Reeve saw it too. “Rynor… what the hell are you?”
Before Kael could answer, the fog exploded outward.
A massive shockwave sent them sprawling.
When Kael lifted his head, the mist was gone.
The shadows, gone.
But so was the camp.
Every tent, every trace—erased.
The clearing now just bare ground and ash.
Mira was sobbing quietly. “It was just there… it was just there!”
Elara’s voice shook. “We’re being manipulated. The island’s altering space, time, something—”
Kael’s gaze fixed on the ground where the firepit had been.
In the ashes, a single object glowed faintly.
A compass.
Old, cracked, its glass spidered with lines.
He picked it up.
The needle spun wildly, then stopped—pointing directly toward the center of the island.
Reeve came up beside him. “Looks like we’ve got a path.”
Kael’s hand clenched around the compass. The humming returned—so loud it hurt.
And beneath it, a voice whispered in his head.
Find the tower.
He turned toward the horizon. Through the mist, faint and distant, the stone tower loomed again, taller this time, as if the island itself was shifting to reveal it.
Kael swallowed hard. “We go there.”
Mira’s eyes widened. “No. Whatever’s out there—”
“Is already following us,” he cut in. “And it knows my name.”
Reeve grunted. “Fine. But if you start glowing again, I’m putting you down.”
Kael smirked faintly. “Fair.”
They started walking. The jungle closed around them like a living thing, swallowing the light.
Hours later, Kael trailed behind the group.
Every step made the compass vibrate in his palm. The closer they got to the tower, the colder the air became.
Then, a faint sound.
Voices.
Not whispers this time. Real voices.
He froze.
“Do you hear that?” he whispered.
Reeve nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
They followed the sound through the trees—low conversation, laughter, the clang of metal.
When they stepped into the clearing, Kael’s blood ran cold.
There was another camp—identical to theirs.
Same tents. Same equipment. Same layout.
Even the firepit burned.
And sitting by that fire… was him.
Kael stared.
The man looked exactly like him—same face, same clothes, even the same scar on his jaw.
The duplicate turned slowly, eyes glowing faintly blue.
Reeve raised his gun. “What the hell—”
Before he could fire, the double smiled.
And whispered something Kael barely heard.
“Not yet.”
Then everything went black.
Kael woke up to silence.
The jungle was gone.
The air smelled like rain and stone.
He sat up slowly.
He was back at the stone ruins from last night.
Alone.
The compass lay beside him—still pointing toward the tower.
And carved into the stone before him, glowing faintly, were three new words:
Welcome, Kael Rynor.
He stared at them for a long moment, heart pounding.
Then he heard the whisper again—closer this time.
“You’ve only just begun to remember.”
Kael turned sharply, knife in hand.
The jungle exhaled, mist coiling around his feet.
And somewhere deep within the island… something laughed.
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