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An helicopter falls in the middle of a jungle with one survivor. An ancient legend of a man keeping the jungle at its own state of nature and destroying colonisation....


Submitted:Nov 11, 2012    Reads: 34    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   


It was the year 1979. I was flying over the jungle of Vietnam. I was a marine, a soldier, and the US army had decided to leave some really good marines there just to keep everything under control after the war. As I was saying, I was flying over the jungle when our helicopter was shot by a rocket launcher. Luckily, on the helicopter there was just me and the pilot who died after the explosion, so I took the parachute and jumped off the helicopter. When I took off the parachute, I was in the middle of an apparently enemy territory. I decided to start walking the only possible way: north. That was the direction our base was located. While I was walking I remembered about an ancient legend of a man with white, glowing eyes. According to the Legend that man walks around the forest with the only aim of protecting the jungle from human colonisation. Suddenly another thought came to my mind. I had remembered an image of a moment before the impact with the missile. I was looking outside the helicopter when I saw a man. A man with white, bright eyes. That thought scared a lot me so all of a sudden I started running as fast as I could, such as if someone was following me. After a while I turned to look if someone was behind me. Actually no one was behind me, but when I turned back, he was there, with his white glowing eyes. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then I closed my eyes to see if this was a dream, and when I reopened them... Nothing. He was completely disappeared, without any paths to follow left. When I got to the military base I decided to stop doing the soldier and start a completely new way of living. I bought a small house in Vietnam. To maintain myself, I started doing the guide for tourists, but during the night I was used to got out alone in the jungle, hoping to see again those glowing eyes. After some years that I was looking for him (without success), I finally discovered my real role in my life. I decided to guard the jungle and protect it at all costs. I lived my life in peace, but in my mind was still alive the thought of that day, the day in which I saw those bright eyes for the first time. Although I wanted so much to see him again in my heart I knew that I wouldn't have seen him again. I became old and finally died at the age of 92 years old. Now, many people at this point would ask: "How are you still writing the story if you're dead?" Well, my answer to that question is very simple: "Man with white, glowing eyes never die."




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