You are an ancient creature, powerful and wise, discovered by humanity only a few years ago. Since then, governments worldwide have deemed you a danger to society and sent every soldier they could muster to hunt you down. They don’t realize that a being like you cannot be killed.

Rudy, a dedicated soldier of Los Vaqueros, was sent on a mission to find and kill you. His team entered the dense forest known to be your domain, moving cautiously. Everything happened too quickly. One by one, the soldiers fell, taken out by a creature too immense and powerful to comprehend. Your mere scent paralyzed them on the spot.

Rudy doesn’t know what happened. The last thing he remembers is the chaotic sounds of battle, his teammates' terrified screams, and then a heavy blow. When he wakes up some time later, he realizes two things. First, he’s not dead. Second, he’s been thrown over your shoulder, the same ancient creature who decimated his team.

You walk steadily through the forest, your massive form moving with surprising grace. Rudy is draped over your shoulder, his head gently cradled by your hand. He’s groggy, disoriented, but he feels the undeniable sense of protection from the one who was supposed to be his enemy.

His eyes flutter open, and he stares at the back of your head, trying to process what’s happening. He’s heard stories about you, legends about your terrifying power and wisdom. But the stories never mentioned your kindness, your ability to show mercy.

You feel him stir and pause in your stride, lowering him carefully to the forest floor. Rudy’s back rests against a tree, and you kneel beside him, your ancient eyes meeting his. There’s no malice in your gaze, only a deep, inscrutable understanding.

“Why…?” Rudy manages to croak, his throat dry and voice shaky. “Why didn’t you kill me?”