Damn it, my head…
I finally wake up after having passed out for some reason.
As I stand up, I notice it's nighttime, so I probably blacked out for an entire day.
What the hell.
Just when I wanted to explore the forest, it turns dark—and wandering through an unknown forest at night isn't exactly a smart move.
Still a little tense, I start heading back inside the cave until I reach my cocoon again.
Walking is still difficult, so I move slowly, step by step, until I return to where my cocoon is. Sitting in front of it, I just stare at it and start thinking.
Why would I be inside a cocoon?
Could I have been captured by some giant spider to be used as a snack later?
No—impossible.
If that were the case, I would've seen the spider, and there would probably be other cocoons like mine around.
So… could I be some kind of insect that just entered its adult phase?
No, that doesn't make sense. I don't feel like an insect.
Maybe…
Just maybe, I'm a newborn?
Maybe?
I honestly don't know how to explain it. I have no idea if there's anything that could make a cocoon this big. What makes me think this might be the case is the fact that I have no memories or any knowledge of society or civilization.
And that's where the problem comes in—this theory of me being a newborn makes little sense, because I do know things. A baby shouldn't have the faintest idea of what society even is.
Man, this just gets harder and more complicated the more I think about it.
But let's just accept, for a moment, that I might be a baby. First, I definitely don't feel like one—I'm standing on my own right now. Sure, there are animals that are born knowing how to walk and all th—
Wait…
When did I even assume I wasn't an animal?
I don't even know what I look like.
Damn it, my head's starting to hurt again. I'm stuck in this stupid loop of questions, so maybe the best thing to do right now is just to ignore it all.
I look down at my hands to check if I might be some weird kind of monkey, but what I see makes me uneasy.
Two arms that look like they belong to an eight-year-old child—and the thing that worries me the most, I'm white.
Not just pale or sickly white, but marble white, as if I'd been carved from stone. At least I have nails—but of course, in my weird situation, my nails are pitch black, sharp, and claw-like.
This just keeps getting better and better. Now I'm seriously starting to think I'm some kind of mutation abandoned by whoever—or whatever—made me.
I start examining myself more closely. I run my hand through my hair, which, now that I pay attention, is pretty long—almost reaching my back. And, just to make things even weirder, it's completely white too, just like my skin.
While running my hands through my hair, I touch two small bumps that I soon realize are horns.
A look of utter defeat spreads across my face.
Why the hell does a bipedal creature have claws and tiny useless horns about six centimeters long? And to make things worse, I can't even hide anywhere.
Why, you ask?
Because I'm white as snow!
Maybe it snows around here?
If it does, I'm in luck.
If not, I'm basically a walking target.
I continue examining my body, and when I get down to check on my little friend…
WHAT THE HELL?!
WHY IS IT SO BIG?!
I swear, I've never seen anything like this! (Not that I've seen anyone else to compare, anyway.)
What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Maybe I'm the only one of my kind in this world… and besides, why the hell would a race like mine even need something like that?
Okay.
Back to exploring my body—if you can even call it that.
At least there's some consistency—my toenails are black too… useless.
Ahh…
I let out a deep sigh when I realize I might be the only one of my species (apparently), with no mother to protect me from larger predators.
Still assuming I'm some kind of baby.
Alright, now looking at my back, I don't see anyth—
But…
What…
THE HELL—
I HAVE A TAIL?!
A tail about a meter long, highly flexible, moving with smooth precision.
It's thick and looks strong, ending with a tuft of fur at the tip.
…
You've gotta be kidding me.
What the hell am I?
No—better yet, who am I?
God, I can't take this anymore. The only thing missing now would be a pair of wings to complete this freak show. What the hell even am I?
Sigh.
I let out a long, heavy breath, feeling the weight pressing on my chest, then fall back and lie on my back.
Staring at the cave ceiling, I feel a strange sense of peace deep within my soul.
Before I even realize it, I'm already asleep.
The next morning, I wake up for the first time since emerging from the cocoon—without a headache.
I get up slowly, stretch, and look around, only to be greeted by the same cave where I slept and, apparently, was born.
This place is nice. Quiet and dark—it's comforting to stay here.
I let the moment flow for a while before stepping outside the cave, only to be met once again by the same forest from yesterday, stretching before me.
Stepping out of the cave, I have to squint my eyes a bit because of the brightness, but I quickly adapt to the light.
The moment I step outside, I feel the warm sunlight touch my strangely white skin.
It's oddly comforting—the warmth, the way the sun seems to embrace my body.
Still walking with some difficulty, I begin wandering through the forest to explore.
It doesn't take long before I see something surprising.
A SNAKE!
Yes—a snake. I'd never seen one before.
I slowly approach it, and when I'm just about two meters away, it notices me and slithers off in a hurry.
For a second, I even thought about chasing after it, but something deep inside told me it was better to leave it alone.
Besides, if something huge suddenly appeared behind me, I'd run too—and considering I look like some kind of monster, I'd better not scare the poor thing any further.
Returning to my slow walk, I encounter other animals that leave me amazed—utterly fascinated by creatures whose names I somehow already know, even though I realize I've never actually seen them before.
It's incredible how I had imagined what each of these animals looked like, only to find out they're nothing like I thought. The only strange part is that they all run away from me.
Snakes, deer, birds, wolves, frogs.
It's not like I completely made them up, since somehow I already knew what they were made of—or at least some of their traits.
Like how I knew snakes had scales, venom, and no limbs… but I never imagined they looked like that.
How amazing!
They're so cute compared to me...
Better not think too much about that.
But then I hear—
Grumble!
A loud sound comes from my stomach, which now that I think about it, has been empty for quite a while.
But what the hell do I even eat?
Can I eat meat, or am I a herbivore that only eats plants?
Judging by my anatomy—
As I get lost in yet another spiral of internal questions, something suddenly drops on my head, interrupting my thoughts.
It hurt a little, but nothing like that earlier pressure.
Wait…
Is this… an apple?
I stare at it, curious. I look up and see that I'm actually standing beneath an apple tree—but strangely, there aren't any other apples on the ground.
Weird, but I won't question it.
I look at the apple for a moment before taking a bite—and what surprises me is noticing how strange my teeth are. My canines and back teeth are much sharper than the ones in the front.
I finish the apple quickly, but I'm still hungry. Damn it.
Before I can even think about climbing the tree, more apples start falling to the ground—to my delight.
After eating them all, I finally drift into the most peaceful sleep of my short, two-day-old life.
But before I fall completely asleep, I hear a soft, gentle female voice whisper in my ear—
"Sleep well, my little lost child."
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Sitting in a wheelchair, a bald man stared at the four people standing before him.
He was seated at a table, his expression solemn and deeply troubled. Before he could say anything, a man with messy hair and an equally messy beard spoke up.
"What's wrong, Charles? You almost never call us at this hour—and what's with that look on your face?"
The bald man—Charles—turned toward him, his tone uneasy.
"Last night, I felt a signature… or rather, a pulse that worried me. Deeply worried me."
The only woman in the room, stunning in appearance with flowing white hair, frowned.
"Stop being so cryptic, Charles. You're scaring us."
Sigh.
After taking a long breath, Charles continued.
"I called you here because last night I sensed something strange. I can't explain what it was—but I know it was powerful. A signature of energy that seemed to cry out for something… yet at the same time, it felt like it was weeping for something lost."
Charles moved away from the table, approaching the group.
"At first, I dismissed it as my imagination—it vanished almost the instant it appeared. But then I felt it again… much stronger this time. The real problem is—I can't tell where it's coming from."
Everyone in the room was visibly shocked. Charles was known as one of—if not the—most powerful telepath alive. For something, or someone, to conceal itself from him so completely without preparation was deeply alarming.
The large blue-furred figure among them finally spoke, his voice deep and calm.
"But Charles, why bring us here? Do you think it's a mutant?"
"I don't believe that's the case, Hank. What I felt wasn't just power—it was hunger. A monstrous, insatiable hunger."
The youngest of the group spoke next.
"Then… what do you think it is, Professor?"
Charles' expression hardened.
"My fear, Scott, is that it's an enemy. And if it is, then it's likely a very dangerous one."
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In a monastery high in the mountains of Nepal…
An elderly monk sat cross-legged on a cushion, deep in meditation. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open as though sensing something distant.
"This…"
He slowly stood, his gaze fixed in a single direction, his expression darkening.
"What is she planning?"
He hesitated for a moment, then approached an ornate pedestal where a strange amulet rested. Reaching out, he grasped it, pausing briefly before placing it around his neck. With a series of precise hand gestures, the amulet—shaped like an eye—split open, glowing with a brilliant green light.
But as soon as the "eye" opened, the monk's expression turned grim. The glow faded, the amulet closing again as he spoke softly, regret in his voice, his gaze drifting toward a young man training in the courtyard.
"Darkness… It seems I'm nearing my limit."
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In a throne room of gold and marble…
An old man sat upon a magnificent golden throne, one eye closed. Slowly, he opened it, staring into the void as though watching something beyond mortal sight.
"It seems I too am approaching my limit…"
His gaze shifted to a great spear resting beside the throne. For a moment, regret flickered across his face—then his expression hardened. He looked once more into the distance, concern creasing his brow, and gripped the spear tightly.
But nothing happened.
His jaw tightened. His lone eye flared with golden light before something unseen seemed to interfere, forcing him to clutch at it and cry out in pain.
"Ugh!"
Holding his hand over his eye, the old man's worry deepened. Rising with unnatural speed for someone his age, he slammed the spear against the floor—a display of strength and defiance.
Again, nothing.
His expression tensed once more. Slowly, he sank back into his throne and muttered to himself.
"What is that woman planning this time?"
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Hey everyone, hope you're enjoying the story so far—I'm feeling really inspired right now!As usual, if you have any questions, ideas, constructive criticism, or advice on how I can improve my writing, feel free to share them. I'll always read them!