Deep in the heart of the Emberwood Jungle, where sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, lived a young Jackson’s chameleon named Kito. Unlike the other chameleons, Kito wasn’t the strongest, the fastest, or the most respected. The males of his kind, towering with their three sharp horns, took pride in their battles, their strategies, and their dominance. But Kito? He was just… ordinary.
Or so they thought.
One fateful evening, a chilling roar echoed through the jungle, shaking the trees to their roots. Birds scattered, monkeys screeched, and the earth itself seemed to tremble. Something had awakened—a creature no one had seen in generations. The village elders whispered about an ancient predator, a beast of shadows that once terrorized the land. The strongest males—brave, arrogant, and unshaken—gathered their weapons and prepared for battle. Kito, desperate to help, stepped forward.
“You? Stay behind, Kito. This is no place for the weak,” one of the elders scoffed, his horns gleaming in the fading sunlight.
Another warrior chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d be more useful blending into the trees while the real warriors handle this.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd, making Kito’s scales burn with shame. He clenched his fists, his tail coiling tight behind him. Every fiber of his being wanted to lash out, to prove them wrong—but how could he? He had no sharp horns, no fearsome battle scars, nothing that made him stand out. Powerless. That was how they saw him. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what he was.
The warriors disappeared into the thick jungle, their confident steps crunching against the damp earth. Kito turned away, his gut twisting in frustration. But as he stared into the darkness, something inside him whispered: Follow.
The deeper he ventured, the colder the air became. The scent of damp earth mixed with something… unnatural. A flicker of movement in the darkness sent shivers down his spine.
A deafening roar. A flash of razor-sharp teeth. Chaos erupted.The warriors had underestimated their enemy. The beast—a monstrous, black-scaled panther with glowing red eyes—moved like a shadow, too fast, too powerful. One by one, the mighty warriors fell, their weapons useless against its speed. Panic spread.
Kito watched from the shadows, his heart pounding. He had no weapons, no brute strength. But he had something else: intelligence, agility, and something he didn’t even know he possessed…A hidden power, waiting to be unleashed.
The beast’s blood-red eyes locked onto Kito’s trembling form. It prowled forward, its massive paws silent against the jungle floor. Then it spoke—its voice a deep, rumbling growl that slithered under Kito’s skin.
“A tiny lizard?” The beast scoffed, baring its jagged fangs. “They send me a snack after I’ve already feasted?”
Kito swallowed hard. His mouth was dry, his legs stiff with fear, but his mind spun wildly. “Well,” he forced out, “I wouldn’t exactly call myself a snack. More like… an unpleasant surprise.”
The panther let out a low chuckle, circling him. “Amusing. And yet, you shake like a leaf. Tell me, little lizard, do you think you can stop me?”
Kito’s body screamed at him to run, to disappear into the trees where he was safest. But something about the way the beast toyed with him—mocking him, dismissing him, just like everyone else—made his blood boil.
“I don’t think I can stop you,” Kito said, his voice steadier now. “I know I can.”
The beast’s grin widened, all fangs and malice. “Then let’s see what you’ve got.”
With a snarl, it lunged.
Kito barely dodged in time, twisting his body with a burst of speed he didn’t know he had. The beast’s claws slashed the air where he had stood, raking deep grooves into the earth. Kito’s heart thundered. He wasn’t fast enough.
The beast was already turning, its wicked smile returning. “You’re quick,” it mused, licking its fangs. “But I’m faster.”
It pounced again, and this time Kito couldn’t fully evade. Claws raked across his side, sending him tumbling into the underbrush. Pain flared through his body, but he couldn’t stop now. He scrambled up, his breathing ragged.
“Pathetic,” the beast sneered. “I expected more from someone who knew they could stop me.”
Kito’s pulse hammered in his chest, each beat thundering in his ears. The beast stood in front of him, snarling, its red eyes burning with rage.
"You really think you can hide from me?" the panther growled, its voice like gravel. "You're nothing. Just a bug in my jungle."
Kito’s skin was slick with sweat, his body trembling, but there was something else—something shifting inside him. His thoughts raced, but his body was still. It was like he could feel the pulse of the jungle beneath him, the way the trees swayed, the way the leaves whispered. It wasn’t about hiding anymore.
Kito stood still, the beast’s taunts ricocheting off him, getting quieter with each passing second. "You want to destroy everything, don't you?" Kito said, his voice steady. "I’m not running. Not anymore."
Kito’s heart stopped, his instincts kicking in. In the split second before the beast’s claws could strike, he dove to the side, slipping into the shadows like he'd done a thousand times before. But this time, he wasn’t just blending in—he was the shadows.
The panther spun, its claws tearing through the air where Kito had been, but there was no Kito there anymore. It was only the darkness.
"You’re quick," the beast sneered, its breath ragged. "But quick won’t save you."
Kito’s heart burned with fury, his mind clearer than it had ever been. He wasn’t the same chameleon who had stood there, humiliated, just hours before. He wasn’t the same Kito who had been dismissed. He was something else now—something more.
Without warning, he darted forward, faster than he’d ever moved before, his horns locking with the beast’s side with a sickening crack. The panther stumbled, momentarily stunned.
“You’re a little more than I thought,” the beast muttered, recovering quickly. It swiped at Kito, its claws digging deep into his side, sending pain searing through his body.
Kito fell, his mind fogging for a moment. He could feel the blood soaking through his scales, could feel his body screaming for him to give up. But he couldn’t. Not now.
The beast stepped closer, its grin widening. "You should’ve stayed hidden, little lizard."
Kito gritted his teeth, pain flooding through his body. But through it, he felt the connection to the jungle—felt the way it hummed beneath him. The energy of the trees, the leaves, the ground—it was all his now.
The beast lunged again, but Kito was ready. With one swift motion, he vanished, not into the trees, but into the very shadows around him. He felt the power surge through him as he melted into the darkness.
“What the hell?” The panther’s voice was sharp with confusion. “Where did you go?”
Kito reappeared, not far from the beast, his body now an indistinguishable part of the night. He had become more than just a chameleon. He was the jungle itself, the unseen force that no one had ever expected.
The beast roared, charging once more, but Kito was already gone—slipping in and out of the shadows, outmaneuvering it with ease.
“You’re out of your league,” Kito hissed, his voice echoing from all directions at once. The beast’s head snapped back, its eyes wide, as Kito materialized in front of it, horns glowing with energy. “You don’t know this jungle. You never did.”
In one final, decisive strike, Kito lunged at the beast, his horns piercing deep. The panther’s scream filled the air, then was silenced as it crumpled, defeated.
Kito stood over it, chest heaving, blood dripping from his side. The jungle was still again. The warriors emerged from their hiding places, their faces a mixture of disbelief and awe.
The elder from before took a step forward, his voice shaky. “Kito… you... you did it.”
Kito barely looked at him. His eyes were on the jungle around him—the place that had given him the power to do what no one thought possible. The warriors were silent, but in their eyes, he saw it: respect.
“I didn’t do it for you,” Kito said, his voice low. “I did it for the jungle. For all of us.”
He turned away, walking toward the heart of Emberwood. His steps were steady now, no longer carrying the weight of self-doubt. He wasn’t the weak, powerless chameleon they’d once mocked. He was the one who saved them all.
And from that day on, the jungle would remember his name—Kito, the chameleon who became the shadows and brought the darkness to its knees.
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All characters are completely fictional, this ia an original story written by Thejoyolamide
Thank you for reading 😊
JoJo 💜
