Prologe of the Fox
Prologe
The forest is laced intimately within a thick web of shadows. Sparce and scattered pieces of sun light pierce through the the dense wall branches and leaves present in the thick canopy above, giving the rays of light the likeness of small stepping-stones in this vast pond of dark woodland. With so much coverage in such an immense forest, completely uncharted and un-tamed, the majority of humans stay away. The fact that all mapping systems and electronic tools shut down within the forest only acted as fuel for the outrageous and terrifing legends and myths of " wild beasts" surrounding this beautiful and un-tainted land.
Most People say that there aren't any people left in the jungle, that they had all died after the Tech-Revolution. WRONG. I guess I'm the "exception to the rule" seeing as I'm supposed to be dead but I'm still breathing. Tragic, isn't it? To the world out there, I was just a street orphan the government decide to experiment on and leave me for dead in the woods when I failed to give "desireble results". I would've died if it wasn't for the forest and it's inhabinints, who nurtured me back and taught me to live as a protector to nature. It's been three years since then, and I've changed immensely from the broken, tortured person I was; I evolved. Life for me seemed simple, pleasant...until everything was turned inside out. Starting with one stormy day....