My Luminosity

PROLOGUE. 1. Lone Explorer

Zayn takes a deep breath, standing on a high rock observing his map and the geography, try to redefine his location. It's been a week of wandering and he still hasn't zoned the suspicion area yet. The food is running out and he gotta head back tomorrow for supplies but more like a losing going home ending.

Zayn's an explorer, on his trip finding the Styles castle which has been said that was built in 1600s. This forest has many monsters according to aboriginals. So many stories that at least one of them must be true and Zayn must at least have found some trace but he got none. It's getting dark soon and he has to find a safe place to sleep.

He sits down, feeling hopeless, then remembers his bosses and blames them for not appointing at least a duo. Who the hell going on an explore alone, they suppose to go as a group, what an ignorance overcharged company. Sometimes he wishes if he can't get anything from this trip, then ghosts are real and he will become one, so he will haunt the whole board. He curses under his breath, then stands up and goes to find a flat strip of land for the camping.

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After gathering some woods, Zayn set up the tent, light up a campfire, and starts making his last meal. Gulping everything down in jiff, then spend sometimes to writes down notes and sketches scenes from the trip. Finally, he spends some time meditating in his tent before going to sleep.

But the last task has been interrupted by some growl he hears. He searching for his gun then get out of the tent. Observing around to notice a pair of hungry eyes are approaching. Those eyes are bright and wild, then soon reveal a giant wolf which is bigger than Zayn twice!

This is abnormal, the wolf is generally thought to have become extinct in England during the reign of Henry VII (AD 1485–1509), or at least very rare. But this grey wolf is weirdly huge!

Zayn tries to calm down, then instantly grabs the firewood from the bonfire, hold still the shotgun in another hand. Swishing the torch around to scares the wolf which seems like not really scared at all.

"Stay back!"- he spits.

The lone wolves howls, then it looks at him and lick its muzzle. Zayn hears the sound of rustling leaves from bushes around his camp, soon some more wolves appear.

"Son of a bitch!"- he curses.

That's it, this is his end. For a moment Zayn thinks he should just use this small gun to finish himself off instead of fighting them back. This shotgun looks like a joke to these creatures but could help it be less painful for him instead of letting them tear him to pieces alive. But then his determination hitch back.

"No! I can not die here, at least I gotta put on a last fight right? Imagine these bitches represent my boss, my annoying kinsfolk, and bullies in high school, yeah! That's right! One last fight and at least I'll die venting all my anger spleen on these bullies of the wood"- he thought.

"AGHHH..."- Zayn shooting rapidly into one, two, three... All of them wolves that dare to move forward make them yap. But soon the cartridge clip is empty. And Zayn realizes those bullets can't even make those beast close to injuring.

Then he remembers a signal flare he's having in his bag, he grabs it and shoots the biggest wolves to make it turns into a living howling torch. Suddenly those other wolves start barking hysterically and try to extinguish the flame with their legs. Zayn was surprised at how these wolves acting so... human-like.
But he has no time to watch this scene, seizing the opportunity of lack of their attention, Zayn runs for his life, he runs so fast he thought he could fly. With no specific direction at all, he just knows that he has to runs away from them as far as possible like a natural reflex.

But soon, the Lord seems to want to test him once more. Another howl is heard, then another one. Zayn looks to his side to see these monsters are close to catching him. He takes all of his last strength to run faster...
and faster...
and faster...
... Until...
CRASH!

He didn't know his front was a slope. The guy trips and rolls down to the ground, he keeps rolling and rolling until his leg hit a hard rock.

The wolves now encircle him and moving closer. Zayn tries to stand up but ends up falls back to the ground notice his leg isn't in the right place anymore, he can't move.

That's it, he's losing, like his entire life. Now he gonna die as a feast of these fuckers. He lays down and closes his eyes, waiting for a pair of fangs to end him. He hopes they would start at his neck, so it would be a faster death.

All of sudden, he feels a little burning, and his eyes start to dazzling even when they were closing. He hears the wolves yap intensely, so he half-open his eyes to see what exactly is happening.

Finally, a spark of light flashing through lights up the whole area. The kind of chromatic light not like any kind of light he has ever seen, almost like a new color to his brain. The wolves jerk up and stampede, some try to run away but then slowly fall motionless.

A hooded figure stands from afar's approaching Zayn's place. At the moment he thought his leg is so hurt that he can never sleep until its fixed, his eyes getting heavy, so heavy like someone's pulling his eyelid down anesthetically, then he falls into a deep sleep.