The Story of Jahve 2

The first days were hard for Jahve. In the Star Army they prepared officers for many things, but there was no preparation to survive in an unknown world as a shipwreck.

The islet was larger than Jahve expected; it was more of a medium-sized island, with more than 80 kilometers in perimeter, a dense jungle, some rivers and lakes, and a mountain.

But the worst thing was that, despite being uninhabited by all intelligent life, it was not exempt from dangers. During those days, he had confrontations with some strange felines that could bend the light, deceiving the enemy from their position. He faced some large human-sized wolves, or even strange bipedal monsters.

He survived thanks to his discipline and the weapons that every pilot would carry with him: a blaster pistol, an Ionic rifle, and a stun baton. But the battery of those weapons would not last forever, he had two options left: exterminate every potential threat in the few days until they went from being powerful weapons to being useless junk.

He opted for this last option, and he did not come out completely unscathed; he earned many scars and many wounds, but at least the large predators of the island succumbed to his attack.

Food was not a problem at the moment; although it tasted horrible, the meat of most of those monsters could be eaten, plus that jungle was full of many other types of animals, some more peaceful than others, but they were not predators that were going to attack him just like that.

The lush fruits gave him a lot of respect. What if he got poisoned or got sick? He only ate the fruits that he saw other animals eat, but the rest he couldn't dare to touch.

The wreckage of his fighter was also a headache; although the fighter had withstood the impacts, it was clear that it was unusable beyond all possible repair, and that ship would never fly again.

The days and weeks passed in that solitude; however, for his soldier soul, they were like an incredible vacation. For the first time in a long time, he was not in constant danger of death; he had no obligations, no people in his charge, nor was he subjected to the political conspiracies that he had hated so much during his military career.

His first refuge was an attempt at a cabin; despite all his efforts, he only achieved a mediocre result, something provisional at most, but that was ruined when a storm like he had never seen of rain and wind hit the island. . The storm or typhoon lasted for weeks.

It was difficult to count time in that world; the days were much longer, and the stars did not help him either; sometimes he could observe three moons, other times only one of them, and the star that illuminated this world was not much help in being able to know where it was north or south.

He learned to fish with a spear and even made some weapons with stones and sticks, something more like a club than anything else. Luckily for the ship's hard metal, he was able to reuse some parts and sharpen the edge of it. One was a kind of large sword or saber, the other once tied to a stick looked like an unusual ax head.

In all those months, not a single ship could be seen; he was alone, alone and abandoned on a desert island. But to Jahve this seemed like a paradise; he had never breathed cleaner air, he had never felt more alive, and it was as if a tangible energy ran through his body.

When he meditated to calm his mind and get away from the feeling of loneliness he could even notice how that energy materialized.

He had already observed many "miracles" in this prodigious land, wolves that spit frozen cones, eels capable of launching a true electric beam from a distance. Monsters that bent the light at will, or that deformed the earth to protect themselves, hide, or even prepare a trap.

Yahve felt happy; he felt at peace; he knew that it was a temporary circumstance, but of all the possible destinations that he had imagined when he was left adrift in the cosmos, this was not one of them.

In the end, he decided to build a shelter closer to the mountain, partly excavated and partly made of wood. He had used for this a large cavern that had been the lair of one of those large predators that he had killed.

But as the months passed and the rainy season gave way to a scorching summer, and this in turn to an autumn, if you could call it that, the cold finally set in. He no longer wore his pilot's suit; he reserved it only for exceptional occasions when he was in real danger, since it was as good an armor as he could imagine. But the battery and energy were something that he had to take maximum care of; there was still some energy left in his weapons, but it was better not to think about them except as a life-saving measure.

The snow covered part of the island's landscape, forcing him to always have the bonfire lit, to take care of the fire, and to take shelter. Suddenly, one day, the sun no longer rose in the morning; this long and strange night revolutionized the few monsters that remained on the island.

They devastated him, harassed him, and he had to fight, but the problem was not the monsters; he had more than enough strength to defeat them; it was the degree of paranoia, fear, and restlessness that made him go crazy every time he was outside his refuge... Ten eerie days passed in this way.

By the time they finished, much of his sanity had vanished, it took him weeks to recover, to be able to think clearly, to assume that he had to continue collecting firewood if he didn't want to freeze to death, that he had to find food, water.

Only the mind of a soldier could resist and not fall into the deepest darkness, and Jahve resisted and overcame. Not knowing if the long night would return that lasted days, or weeks, he could not know how long, but he was sure it was not a phenomenon of a few hours, he rebuilt his shelter, and began his shipwrecked life again. .

Time passed, and the storm season arrived again. Jahve got used to looking at the raging sea from a small, covered ledge on the mountain, a perfect viewpoint to see all nature in its maximum splendor.

A lightning bolt illuminated the darkness of the ocean and sea. What was at the bottom? A candle? Could it be that he was rescued by some intelligent race? However, his illusions were dashed; the ship seemed to be in trouble, very listing, and too far from the coast.

He must have hit some rock on the distant barrier reef... because little by little his silhouette disappeared among the waves, the last image that Jahve had that day of the ship was the bow of the ship raised towards the sky while the ship broke up in two.