2025-11-16 22:22:47"Henceforth, this is my forest, this is my new home," he concluded, his voice echoing the magnitude of his decision. "I will live here until the universe decides to take me out of this place."
He had already calculated his odds of survival. His assessment was complete: water was abundant, the game trails indicated healthy populations of animals for sustenance, and his military training provided the necessary skills. Satisfied, he moved inland, searching for a suitable base camp. He finally spotted a massive hardwood tree whose dense canopy offered deep, restorative shade. Kealen entered the space, used his hands to sweep the loose debris and clear the sparse undergrowth, and settled down for a much-needed rest.
Some hours later, Kealen rose, refreshed, and decided to take a short exploratory walk to familiarize himself with the immediate surroundings. He hadn't gone twenty paces before he saw the same tiger tracking him silently from the dense underbrush.
Kealen stopped. The animal didn't growl or retreat, it stood fixed, seemingly mesmerized, like a lost domestic cat craving attention. He advanced slowly, his steps cautious, but the tiger remained motionless. Seeing its unusual docility, Kealen knelt down and extended a hand. The tiger cautiously approached, allowing Kealen to rub the coarse, warm fur along its neck.
"You're now my family, my guidance," Kealen murmured. "They might call you a beast out there, but I call you my companion. I will protect you, and you should protect me as well."
The tiger simply leaned into the touch, rubbing its head against Kealen's chest. The major rose and made a gesture, indicating that they should move out and explore the forest together. He stepped forward, but the tiger remained rooted to the spot, failing to grasp the simple human instruction.
Chuckling at the challenge of training a wild animal, Kealen returned and, with a grunt, lifted the adolescent tiger into his arms. The animal seemed to find a profound peace in the major's embrace. Kealen felt a surge of happiness; he now had a friend in this lonely, unforgiving forest.
They walked a short distance, the tiger heavy but quiet in Kealen's arms, until it suddenly tensed, convulsing violently. It let out a deep, rattling roar—a noise far too powerful for the seemingly gentle creature Kealen had just been cuddling. He immediately dropped the weight, stumbling back in surprise.
The young tiger landed lightly, transforming instantly from a peaceful companion into a coiled spring of muscle and fury. It charged forward, its gaze locked onto a single target. Kealen felt a surge of confusion and fear, unsure what had triggered the outburst. Before he could fully process the danger, the tiger launched itself into the air, landing squarely on a spot where a massive male lion had positioned itself in an angry, predatory crouch, ready to devour anything that approached its territory.
Kealen watched, frozen for a second, as his new companion engaged in a serious, brutal battle. He was utterly astonished. He had misjudged the tiger, thinking its initial calm stemmed from weakness. The sheer speed, ferocity, and raw energy it applied in attacking the lion was a testament to its true nature.
Unarmed, Kealen felt a cold surge of adrenaline, but years of military training suppressed the panic. He immediately turned and sprinted back toward the distant site where the plane crashed, remembering a sturdy piece of salvaged hardwood he'd noticed earlier. He ran with the reckless abandon and efficiency only taught in the harshest special forces scenarios. His only prayer was that the tiger would survive. He wasn't afraid of the lion—he had hunted and killed large predators before—but the lack of a suitable weapon was his only challenge now.
He returned just minutes later, breathless, the heavy club gripped tight. The battle was already nearing its brutal conclusion. The lion was collapsing, its movements slow and desperate, while the tiger, though bleeding from several deep gashes, had the clear advantage. Kealen didn't hesitate. He brought the piece of hardwood down five times onto the lion's skull, ensuring a swift and final end.
"I now conclude that you're the king of the jungle," Major Kealen declared, settling beside the heaving animal. "I never made a mistake in choosing you. Together, we will rule this forest."
The tiger rose, shaking off the blood and debris. Ignoring its injuries, it moved deliberately toward the exact center of the cleared ground the lion had been guarding. The area was oddly level and unnaturally tidy—too clean to have been maintained solely by an animal; it bore the markings of human work, perhaps months prior.
The tiger began scraping vigorously at the earth with its front paws. Kealen understood then: the lion hadn't just been sleeping, it had been guarding something specific. The strange concentration of the animals indicated that a critical resource was hidden here, and Kealen needed to find out what the lion was protecting and why his tiger companion was so determined to dig.
He looked around, found a thick, sharpened branch, and began digging beside his companion. The tiger seemed immune to pain, focused only on its task. Kealen dug faster, with a strength he never believes we're still in him. He dug barely a foot before his improvised shovel struck something shockingly solid. He dropped the branch, clawed the remaining dirt away, and let out a sharp cry of disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes.
He tore away the last layer of soil, his breath catching in his throat. What met his eyes was not rock, not bone, but the unmistakable gleam of something far more precious. A shallow vein, studded with nuggets of pure gold, snaked through the disturbed earth beneath his fingers. It wasn't just a piece; it was a concentrated, undeniable display of wealth, lying barely a foot beneath the surface. His sharp cry of disbelief was swallowed by the sudden rush of wind through the canopy.
The tiger, sensing the profound shift in his companion, let out a soft chuff, nudging the glittering seam with its massive head before looking up at Kealen. Its amber eyes held an ancient, almost knowing depth, as if it had simply presented Kealen with a gift it had been guarding.
This wasn't just a forest anymore. It was a profound, dangerous secret. Kealen's initial vow – to live simply, to survive until the universe decided his time – now seemed laughably naive. He had sought peace, a solitary existence, a connection with raw nature. Instead, he had stumbled upon something that could shatter any semblance of tranquility, drawing eyes and greed from beyond the river and the earth.
He looked from the gold to the tiger, then back again. This magnificent creature hadn't just saved his life; it had led him to an unimaginable fortune. The bond, forged in blood and unexpected affection, now held a weight far beyond mere companionship. This forest, his new home, had revealed layers he hadn't known existed. He had found not just a companion, not just a king of the jungle, but a silent guardian of untold riches.
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THE UNSEEN PATH TO ESCAPE
Kealen turned and ran into the forest, his body bleeding freely through the wounds he had sustained in the water and the torn flesh where bullets had riddled him earlier. This time, the injuries did not fade or heal like they had before. Instead, blood soaked his clothes, pooling beneath him in crimson rivulets. Weakness clawed at his limbs, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He hadn’t eaten in days since the soldiers had descended into the forest, their weapons and orders stripping him of the normal life he had once known. Survival had become a grim, daily battle.With sheer willpower, he forced himself forward, collapsing onto the forest floor at the riverbank. His body trembled as he struggled to rise again, but the searing pain and hollow ache of hunger pinned him to the earth. His vision blurred as he let his head loll back, the rustling canopy overhead casting fractured light over his face.Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the dark. For a moment, his wife’s voice echoed i
BEYOND THE EGDE OF SANITY
The soldiers fired their rifles, the sharp cracks echoing through the dense trees as they tried to hit the wolf. But it was too fast, too strong. It moved like a shadow with fangs, lunging at Garcia again and again. Its tusks, twisted and yellowed, tore into his face with brutal force. Blood sprayed across the leaves, and Garcia screamed, a raw, guttural sound that cut through the silence of the forest.Zain stepped forward, his rifle steady in his hands. He aimed carefully, ignoring the chaos around him. He fired once. The heavy bullet struck the beast square in the side. The wolf let out a loud, pained yelp and collapsed to the ground, its body twitching, it's legs kicking weakly at the dirt.For a moment, the soldiers breathed_deep, shaky breaths. Relief washed over them. But it didn’t last.Garcia lay on his back, his face a mess of blood and torn flesh. His breath came in short, wet gasps. Zain rushed to him, dropping to his knees. He pressed his hands against the wounds, tryin
ZAIN'S UNFINISHED VENGEANCE
Kealen's eyes snapped open. He lay perfectly still for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before he instinctively shook his body, like a dog shedding water, then pushed himself into a sitting position on the soft, damp forest floor. The harsh reality of his situation hit him with the force of a physical blow. Frantically, he ran his hands over his chest, his stomach, his limbs, searching for any sign of injury. There was nothing. Not a single wound, not even a scratch marred his skin.The last thing he remembered was Commander Zain pulling the trigger, the sharp crack of three bullets being fired directly into him at their camp. He was certain, absolutely positive, that he had fallen, lifeless. He could recall the cold, metallic taste of blood, the searing pain, and then… nothing. Yet here he was, in the heart of a deep forest, waking from what felt like a nightmare, completely unharmed."This is far from ordinary," Kealen muttered to himself, his voice a hoarse whisper. His
THE NIGHTMARE OF ZAIN HAS JUST BEGAN
Major Kealen fell backward, his eyes still wide open, his breath catching as he battled for his life. Commander Zain laughed like a devil before firing another bullet into his chest. The mighty Kealen drew his last breath on earth."Take his body deep into the forest, where the wild animals will feast on him," he commanded three of his men. The others concentrated on building their camp.Both the miners and the guides were happy. At least they wouldn't face any more trouble until they were done with the business that brought them into the Alpha_09 forest. Commander Zain, especially, couldn't hide his happiness. At last, nature had brought his supposed enemy to his doorstep, and he had delivered justice.The only challenges they would face now were the dangerous creatures living in the forest. But that was minor for them; their weapons would handle it.A few hours passed, and the sun began to go down. Commander Zain and his men hadn't seen the three soldiers he sent to dump Kealen's bod
BEYOND BEAST OR MAN
As he reached the damp, shadowed spot where he had gunned down a soldier just hours earlier, he was met with a sight that stole the air from his lungs. Instead of the lifeless body, or even the possibility that the soldier's colleagues had retrieved it, something far more sinister awaited him. Only a bloodless, skeletal skull lay on the dark earth. Just hours ago, he had watched the man fall; now, only this macabre relic remained. He reached out with a trembling hand, tracing the clean, unmarred bone. A cold dread, unlike anything he'd ever known, seized him. For the first time in an age, true, primal fear took root in his heart.This wasn't the work of wild animals. There were no gnawed bones, no scattered flesh, no torn uniform scraps. If a beast had devoured him, there would have been an acrid scent of blood, a gory trail leading into the dense undergrowth. But what lay before him was pristine, chillingly clean. Only a freshly picked skull, stripped bare with impossible efficiency.
THE RETURN OF THE TIGER
The moment Kealen realized the sound of pursuit had faded into the vast, indifferent silence of the rainforest, he stopped. He didn't just slow down; he staggered to a halt, leaning heavily against the trunk of an ancient oak, the adrenaline that had fueled his flight now quickly abandoning him.The immediate problem wasn't the enemies he had narrowly escaped, but the searing pain anchoring him to the spot. Blood pulsed quickly from the two gunshot wounds in his left hand, dripping scarlet onto the emerald moss below. The loss of blood was profound, and a cold tide of weakness was washing over him, threatening to pull him under. He knew he had minutes, maybe less, before the shock overwhelmed him.Survival demanded immediate surgery. Gritting his teeth, Kealen pulled the heavy combat knife that was attached to the gun. He found a broken branch nearby, strong enough to serve as a makeshift tool, and quickly sharpened the end into a crude probe. Using the stick, he began the agonizing p
