As Aletheia left me speechless in that flower field, I remained sitting, watching the twin suns continue their slow arc across the impossible sky. Their warm light washed over me in waves, and I could feel each ray as it touched my skin—not just warmth, but energy flowing into my body through channels I'd never known existed.

  "She said I had to leave the forest soon..." I murmured to myself. "But why? I'm fine here."

  The question hung unanswered in the air.

  Curiosity overtook contemplation. I wanted to test this new power, to experience firsthand what Aletheia had called evolution. I shifted into a proper meditative position and began drawing leaf energy from the ground and air around me. The suns maintained a perfect cycle—as I absorbed energy and used it, photosynthesis replenished what I'd spent. An endless loop of cultivation, unbound by any limitation except my own focus.

  "I understand now..."

  The energy flowed through me like a gentle river, warm and welcoming. My green blood carried it through every vessel, every organ, every cell. The sensation was extraordinary—not just peaceful, but right, as though I'd finally found the rhythm my body had been searching for all along.

  "I don't really know what will happen to me, but this is extraordinarily beautiful. It makes me feel at peace with the rest of the world."

  Then I felt them.

  Disturbances in the ground around me. Movement underground, subtle but unmistakable. As twilight approached and the suns began their descent, the forest's nocturnal inhabitants stirred. Monsters and erratic animals that slept through the day were waking, preparing for their nightly hunts.

  "I hear you now... I can finally sense your presences. Faintly, but I can."

  My enhanced awareness picked up their locations, their movements, even the way the earth shifted as they emerged from burrows and dens. But knowing they existed didn't make me foolish. Revolution hadn't transformed me into a warrior overnight. These creatures had hunted successfully for years, perhaps decades. They were experienced killers, and I was still learning to walk without stumbling.

  "I can't be arrogant. That already cost me my life once."

  I retreated to my cave as darkness fell.

  Something felt different that night. Even without seeing beyond my cave entrance, I could hear countless sounds—rustling, movement, the distant calls of creatures communicating. But the heavy, deliberate footsteps that had terrorized me for years were absent. That entity, whatever it had been, seemed to have vanished entirely.

  The relief I'd expected felt hollow. Safety was welcome, but the sudden absence of that presence left me feeling strangely alone. A mix of emotions I'd now have to reconcile.

  Yet for the first time since arriving in this forest seventeen years ago, I slept deeply and without fear.

  Morning arrived too smoothly. I'd feared the silence meant everything had died, but when I emerged from my cave, the forest thrummed with vibrant life. Birds sang. Insects buzzed. The familiar sounds of a world awakening.

  "Ggggggrrrrrr..."

  The growl came from behind me.

  I spun to find the erratic wolf—the same one that had killed me—standing less than twenty feet away. But something was terribly wrong with it. Its body looked almost aflame, not with actual fire but with a feverish energy that seemed to consume it from within. The sunlight clearly caused it pain, yet desperation kept it rooted in place. Its frame had grown gaunt, ribs visible beneath patchy fur. This creature was starving.

  It had waited for me all night, knowing I was inside. Waiting for me to emerge.

  "I am no warrior," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. I grabbed a fallen branch from nearby—thick enough to serve as a crude weapon. "I am no fighter."

  The wolf's eyes tracked my every movement, hunger making them wild and unfocused.

  "But I will not succumb to you a second time." I raised the branch defensively. "You should have eaten me while you had the chance."

  It launched forward with explosive force.

  I barely dodged. Its fangs snapped closed inches from my throat, powerful enough that they nearly crushed the branch I'd thrust between us. Only my enhanced reflexes—faster than they'd ever been—saved me.

  It's slower. Less powerful than before. I can win this.

  The thought came with startling clarity. This wasn't the apex predator that had torn my leg off. Starvation had weakened it considerably.

  As I continued evading, something ignited within my chest. My leaf energy activated instinctively, responding to mortal danger without conscious direction. My green blood surged through my circulatory system with ferocious intensity, and suddenly my body felt stronger, faster, more capable than should be possible.

  The branch in my hands began to change. I could feel leaf energy flowing from my palms into the wood, hardening it, reinforcing its structure beyond natural limits. What had been a simple piece of dead wood now felt solid as iron.

  The wolf attacked again—another desperate lunge.

  This time I didn't dodge. I swung.

  The reinforced branch connected with the wolf's skull with a satisfying crack. The creature yelped and staggered sideways, surprised by the force behind my strike. The branch remained intact, undamaged despite the impact.

  Something broke free inside me—not just power, but willpower. Confidence I'd never possessed before.

  "I'm not afraid of you anymore." I adjusted my grip on the branch, feeling the leaf energy still flowing through it. "I can finally oppose you beasts."

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  Instead of running, I charged forward.

  The wolf's eyes widened—it had never experienced prey that attacked back. But desperation overrode confusion. If it couldn't kill me, it would die of starvation anyway. It had nothing to lose.

  "GGGRRROOWWWL!"

  Strange roots erupted from its claws and fangs, extending them outward like natural weapons. Its range suddenly doubled. Thick moss sprouted across its back and neck, creating organic armor that would absorb impacts. My advantage had just evaporated.

  I need to run. But where?

  The answer came immediately. The flower field—open space, full sunlight, no obstacles to slow me down.

  I smashed my branch against the ground, raising a cloud of dust and dirt that obscured the wolf's vision. Then I ran, not away from the forest entirely, but toward the one place where I'd have every advantage.

  The wolf understood my strategy immediately and gave chase. It was still faster than me, but the gap had narrowed. I could feel its hot breath on my heels as I burst into the flower field, but the moment sunlight hit me fully, energy flooded my system.

  "Now!" I spun to face it, branch raised. "You kill me, or you die of exhaustion!"

  The sunlight that replenished my strength burned the wolf's corrupted energy away. It was a battle of attrition, and time favored me absolutely.

  The wolf knew it too. Better to die fighting than waste away to nothing.

  "I'll give you the battle of your lifetime!" I shouted, and rushed forward to meet it.

  Our clash was brief but brutal. The wolf attacked with everything it had—slashing claws that could tear through stone, crushing jaws that had ended my life once before. I swung my branch wildly, half-blind with adrenaline, hoping each strike would connect. Sometimes they did. Sometimes they didn't.

  A burning pain exploded across my hip as extended claws caught me, opening a deep gash that immediately soaked my makeshift clothing with blood. But in exchange, my branch found the wolf's skull again, this time with enough force that I heard bone crack beneath fur and moss.

  The sun did the rest. The wolf's movements grew sluggish, then uncoordinated, then barely functional. Its enhanced defenses faded as its leaf energy depleted completely.

  When it could no longer dodge, I ended it.

  "Sorry," I whispered, raising the branch one final time. "But I have to."

  The killing blow landed true. The wolf collapsed and moved no more.

  I fell beside it, chest heaving, the branch still clutched in trembling hands. Blood—both mine and the wolf's—stained the flowers around us. But I was alive. I was the last one standing.

  And that gave me reason to move forward.

  The ground was warm beneath me as I lay recovering. Aletheia's final words echoed in my mind: "I wish you well on your journey."

  She'd meant for me to leave. To venture beyond the only home I'd ever known.

  I returned to my cave one last time. The door—crude but functional—I propped open wide. If any traveler needed shelter, if any lost soul required safety for a night, they would find it here.

  "It was truly a pleasure." I ran my hand along the rough walls I'd reinforced over the years. "Thank you for keeping me safe all this time."

  Goodbye felt inadequate, but no other words came.

  I walked away without looking back at first. But several hundred meters down the path, I couldn't resist. I turned.

  My home sat there among the trees, small and humble and perfect. I'd survived there since age seven—alone, afraid, but alive. Now I was leaving with power I didn't understand, toward a world I'd never seen.

  The forest itself seemed to guide me. Grass bent in a particular direction, creating a subtle path. I followed, trusting instincts I'd only just discovered. Eventually, a human-made trail appeared—packed earth marked by wagon wheels and countless footprints.

  Civilization. After seventeen years of isolation, I'd found my way back to humanity.

  I began walking, curiosity filling the void where fear used to live.

  The twin suns sank lower. On the horizon, barely visible through the trees, structures rose against the sky.

  "A city!" The words burst out in excitement.

  "OOOOIIII! NEED A LIFT?!"

  I spun to see a wagon approaching, pulled by two horses and driven by two men—one in his forties with weathered features, the other younger, perhaps mid-twenties. They pulled alongside me, the older man repeating his offer.

  "I would gladly accept, but I don't have any money," I admitted.

  "Don't worry! We're heading the same direction anyway. Come on up!"

  I climbed into the wagon bed, settling among sacks of harvested wheat. The simple kindness of the gesture nearly overwhelmed me.

  "Young man, what's your name?" the older man asked.

  My mind went completely blank.

  Name. Did I have one? Had anyone ever called me anything? The memories should have been there, but when I reached for them, I found only fog.

  "I..." My throat closed. "I..."

  "Sorry. I can't remember. I don't know if I even have a name."

  "What? Impossible! Everyone has a name." The younger man looked shocked. "Don't you have family?"

  "No. Not that I remember. My mind becomes foggy when I try to think about those things, so I've learned not to."

  "We won't pry," the older man said gently. "You probably have your reasons. The important thing is that you seem like a good person. We'd gladly give you a lift again if you need it."

  "Thank you. If I knew, I would tell you. Truth be told, this is my first time going to a city. I don't really know how to behave or what to do."

  "Wait—did you live your whole life in a forest?!" The younger man sounded half-joking.

  "Yes?"

  "You're serious? But your manners, your way of speaking—you're like any normally educated person!"

  "You think so? I haven't talked much. I've only encountered one other person that I can remember."

  "So you did live in a forest until now!" The young man shook his head in amazement. "Listen, if you don't have a name, you should choose one. We're approaching the border, and guards will ask for identification. Without it, you could be imprisoned. But if you have a name and say your house burned down with all your documents, we can testify for you. They'll issue new papers."

  "Why are you both so kind to me? You don't even know me."

  "Because we can tell when someone has a good heart," the older man said simply.

  I sat in silence for a moment, letting that kindness settle in my chest beside my wooden heart.

  "Before I choose a name... could I hear yours?"

  "My name is Lennan, and my son is Miqu." Lennan smiled warmly. "Will you take inspiration from ours?"

  I thought carefully, turning the sounds over in my mind. Two men who'd shown me kindness when they had no obligation to. Two names that could become something new.

  "I will. In fact, I'll use Lemi. That will be my name." I looked between them hopefully. "Do you like it?"

  They both seemed stunned for a moment. Then identical smiles broke across their faces.

  "Yes," Lennan said. "It's a lovely name."

  And so I became Lemi—a name born from kindness, carried forward into an unknown future.

  The city's walls grew larger on the horizon, and I rode toward them beside two strangers who'd become the first friends of my new life.