As the sun peeked through the dense foliage, casting an ethereal glow upon the unknown forest, a young man emerged from the darkness. His name was Ethan, and he had been wandering through this unforgiving wilderness for days. A sense of loneliness gnawed at his soul, as he had not encountered another living being since his fateful entrance into this enigmatic realm.

"Faithful my ass..this shit is definitely cursed".. you ask why I say that? Let the narrator continue you'll definitely feel my frustration. Tsk..

Ehem" Ethan's body, once frail and unassuming, had undergone a peculiar transformation.

Days into his solitary journey, he had stumbled upon a mysterious rock, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly energy.

As he touched it, a surge of power coursed through his veins, endowing him with superhuman strength and speed.

At first, Ethan was bewildered by his newfound abilities. He could carry massive logs with ease and leap over towering trees with effortless grace.

I feel like Supermann..or have i become a god? Wait I can't fly ..oh sorry please continue mister narrator..

However, the solitude began to weigh heavily upon him. The silence was deafening, and the lack of human interaction left an aching void within his heart.

Determined to find a refuge, Ethan searched tirelessly for a shelter that would shield him from the wild beast and provide him with a sense of safety. His keen senses guided him towards a secluded area along a babbling river. Overhung by a sheer rock face, he discovered a small, hidden cave. Its narrow entrance and protective alcove seemed like the perfect place for a stay for him.

As Ethan settled into his new home, he realized that his extraordinary strength came at a cost. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, and he had no means of hunting or gathering food.

"Haaa hell.. why the fuck i jumped and dance around so much..it has drained all of my energy..aaaa I'm going to die..

Desperation forced him to explore his surroundings in search of sustenance.

Days turned into weeks as Ethan scoured the forest for edible plants and fruits. He discovered a nearby clearing where wild berries grew in abundance, and he painstakingly gathered enough to sustain himself. However, his diet was far from ideal, and his body began to show signs of malnutrition.

"I curse my self.. I ... I should have listened to my father and watch the "Man ws wiild" series on television, haaaa curses!! Mr. Bear grills please bestow upon thee some knowledge which insects or plants should thy eat to survive this hell of a place!!

*Names are misspelled intentionally*

As his physical condition deteriorated, Ethan's mind raced with unanswered questions. How did he come here, and how would he ever return to home? The weight of these questions pressed down upon him, threatening to extinguish the flickering flame of hope within.

In his darkest moments, Ethan would venture to the river and gaze at his reflection in the glassy water.

Damn I look handsome but what's the point, I'm all alone with these stupid beast in the forest.. I miss my family..I don't know how they are doing and how are they coping with my disappearance, i just hope my little siblings don't parents worry.... they'll be fine i guess they are my siblings afterall...ha? What is this? Tears? Oh hahaha, I'm crying?? Me?? Is it this what they call cry me a river? Haha *sniff* cough*

His eyes, once filled with determination, now held a shadow of despair. He wondered if he was destined to live out the rest of his days as a lone outcast, forever lost in this forgotten forest.

He sobbed, the sound lost in the rustling of leaves and the mournful call of a distant owl. He looked at the river, its dark surface reflecting the bleak shadows of the overhanging trees. It was a world he couldn't comprehend, a world that felt alien and cold.

'It was all so easy,' he whispered, his voice hoarse with unshed tears. “I was going to be a senator by thirty, maybe even governor by forty. My father had paved the way, the path was clear. All I had to do was play the game, the game of power and influence.”

He remembered his life before the forest. The carefully crafted smiles, the hollow promises, the manipulation he'd perfected to climb the ladder of success. His father, a man who thrived on the machinations of politics, had been his mentor, his ally, his judge. He’d learned to be cunning, to wield the weight of his father's name and money as weapons. He'd tasted victory, the intoxicating thrill of winning, of manipulating others to his will.

But amidst all the success, a strange emptiness gnawed at him. He realized he was playing a role, a character in a script written by his father. He had no voice, no ambition of his own. The game was becoming a suffocating trap, the victory hollow.

“I was a puppet,” he choked out, the words a bitter confession.

He looked at the river again. He had no idea how long he had been wandering, how long he had been lost. But the fear, the despair, had given way to a strange clarity. He was no longer the puppet, the tool of his father's ambition. He was Ethan Richwald, a man lost, but free.

He stood up, brushing the dirt from his clothes. The forest still seemed hostile, the silence unnerving. But for the first time, he felt a flicker of hope. He wasn't sure what the future held, but he knew he wouldn't be playing his father's game anymore. He had a chance to forge his own path, to discover his own identity. He was lost, but in this loss, he had found himself.

As the months passed and the forest transformed, Ethan's resolve never wavered. He became a master of survival, learning to navigate the treacherous terrain with ease. He discovered hidden springs and edible roots, ensuring his sustenance. And though the yearning for human connection lingered, he found solace in the beauty and tranquility of his surroundings.

After several days..

"Is it a dream? There's a girl lying over there..a real person..