ancient forest [chapter 1]

A/N No I am not dropping any of my other work, so don't worry.

if you haven't seen my other work, you should them out, I upload it daily.

just a bit of a warning, he has instincts, not memories.

also, drop any ancient or historical movie recommendation

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In the heart of a vast continent, nestled between majestic mountain ranges and winding rivers, there lay an ancient forest that had stood as a silent witness to the passage of time for millions of years. Its presence permeated the air, commanding respect and admiration from all who ventured into its depths. Towering trees, some reaching heights exceeding 200 feet, reached skyward with sturdy trunks that had weathered countless storms, their bark etched with the stories of ages long gone.

As the sun filtered through the dense foliage above, creating a kaleidoscope of dappled light, the forest floor was alive with a symphony of sounds. The air hummed with the melodies of buzzing insects, their delicate wings brushing against leaves and petals. Birds of vibrant plumage perched upon branches, their songs echoing through the woodland expanse. Within this realm of wonder and magic, insects thrived in abundance, some so immense that they could be mistaken for fantastical creatures of mythology.

Beetles, their shells iridescent and intricate, scuttled along moss-covered logs, their clicking footsteps resonating in the stillness. Butterflies, their wings painted with vivid hues, gracefully floated through the air like fragments of a dream, their delicate landing on flowers accompanied by the faint sound of petals whispering their gratitude. And dragonflies, with their ethereal wingspans spanning the distance of a small car, danced on the breeze, their flight patterns mirroring an elaborate ballet.

However, the insects were not the sole inhabitants of this ancient forest. Amidst the rustling ferns and thick underbrush, creatures of the prehistoric era or present era for some being, roamed. some of these creature were agile and nimble, such as the troodontids, their small forms scurrying across tree branches in search of prey. Others, like the hadrosaurs, possessed a majestic stature, towering above the forest floor to graze upon the succulent leaves of the ancient trees, their melodious calls reverberating through the woodland.

And then, amidst the grandeur of these prehistoric giants, there existed truly colossal creatures, the mighty tyrannosaurs, whose mere presence shook the ground with each ponderous step. These formidable predators roamed the forest with an air of regal authority, their primal instincts guiding them through the verdant maze of foliage and shadow.

Yet, despite their immense size and power, these ancient beings coexisted harmoniously within the tapestry of the forest. They were interwoven into the very fabric of the ecosystem, much like the insects, the birds, and the trees that surrounded them. Through the passage of centuries, their populations flourished and expanded, finding their place within the delicate balance of this enchanted realm.

The forest remained a realm of endless intrigue and mystery, a place where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred. It was a sanctuary where wonders that defied explanation unfolded, and the unimaginable seemed within reach. And deep within the heart of the forest, enveloped by a hushed serenity, a white, crystal-like cocoon stood as a testament to the enigmatic nature of the world.

This cocoon, pulsating with an otherworldly energy, seemed to possess a life force of its own. As the liquid within sloshed and swirled, the cocoon itself began to writhe and contort, as if desperately yearning to break free from its translucent prison. The surface cracked and splintered under the immense strain, revealing the outline of a face etched upon its fragile facade. With a sudden burst of pressure, a hand thrust through the surface, accompanied by a cascade of yellow liquid that spilled onto the forest floor, pooling around the body that followed.

From the cocoon emerged a man, his figure tall and lean, his short black hair matted against his scalp from the remnants of the cocoon's contents. His eyes, a vibrant shade of brown, flickered with confusion and curiosity, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings. Smooth, tanned skin stretched across his body, exposed to the biting cold air of the forest, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

"What...what is happening to me?" he rasped, his voice barely audible, as if awakening from a long slumber. His breath came in ragged gasps, as though he had been deprived of air for an eternity. "Where am I? Who am I?"

His gaze wandered through the forest, but everything appeared alien and foreign. The trees, reaching greater heights than any he had ever encountered, stood like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the woods. The insects that flitted around him possessed a captivating beauty, unlike anything he had ever beheld before. And the prehistoric creatures that roamed with an air of timelessness evoked a sense of awe that coursed through his veins.

Overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensory information and the overwhelming weight of uncertainty, the man sank to the forest floor, his body trembling as sobs wracked his frame. Tears mingled with the earth beneath him as he whispered, his voice a fragile plea, "What is happening?" Clutching his hands against his chest, he sought solace in the warmth of his touch, a solitary anchor in the sea of confusion that engulfed him.

"GRRR," a sudden low growl reverberated through the forest, jolting the man out of his trance. The primitive instinct to survive flooded his veins, sending a shiver down his spine and causing the fine hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. His eyes darted into the darkness, desperately searching for any sign of movement, his heart pounding in his chest.

And then, with a terrifying swiftness, the creature pounced. It emerged from the shadows, a small but menacing figure no larger than a housecat. Its teeth glistened in the pale moonlight, sharp and deadly. Its eyes, infused with an otherworldly intensity, seemed to pierce through the man's very soul. Its hide, a striking shade of crimson, contrasted starkly against the muted tones of the forest.

The man's initial shock turned into primal fear as he attempted to back away, his movements frantic. But the creature, unyielding in its pursuit, closed the distance between them with every passing moment. Its approach was stealthy, each step calculated with malicious intent.

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