Fantasy Adventure Novel:

The Dragon Healer of the

Deserted Island

By Chen Ching-Yang

This novel is accompanied by a complete film screenplay.
Film adaptation rights: USD 1,000,000
For inquiries, please contact the author:
Chen Ching-Yang – 54088rabbit@gmail.com

Story Synopsis

I. A Fateful Voyage — From Healer to Survivor

The story begins with what seems to be an ordinary flight.
Rocky, an international humanitarian doctor, has spent years traveling through war zones and impoverished regions. Though physically and emotionally exhausted, he continues to uphold his mission of saving lives. While aboard the aircraft, he reflects on the meaning of life, hoping that once this mission ends, he might finally find a moment of rest.

Suddenly, a violent storm tears through the sky. The aircraft loses control amid severe turbulence and crashes onto an unknown tropical island.

When Rocky awakens from unconsciousness, he is met with a landscape of wreckage and silent corpses. He is the sole survivor. Gravely injured, overwhelmed by fear and isolation, he nevertheless forces himself to act. Guided by his medical instincts, he treats his own wounds and salvages supplies from the wreckage, beginning a desperate struggle for survival. At that moment, he is no longer merely a doctor—he is a living being fighting against nature itself.

II. First Encounters with the Island — Solitude, Trials, and the Unknown

Leaving the crash site behind, Rocky ventures deep into the primeval jungle. The island seems to pulse with an ancient heartbeat. Dense forests, heavy humidity, and an uncanny silence make him realize he has entered a world utterly detached from civilization.

As night falls, he discovers a mysterious tree that glows in the darkness—the Moonlight Tree. Like a beacon in the void, it illuminates the island and symbolizes an unknown, sentient force.

In his struggle to survive, Rocky learns to build shelter, catch fish, and collect fresh water. Gradually, he adapts to the rhythm of the island. In solitude, he reflects on his years of saving others and begins to question the true meaning of civilization and life itself. This island, he realizes, is not merely wilderness—it seems to possess consciousness and intent of its own.

III. The Phantom Fruit and the Boundary of Life

During his exploration, Rocky discovers a strange plant known as the Phantom Tree. Its fruit can rapidly restore strength and heal wounds, yet it also induces powerful hallucinations. Through firsthand experience, he comes to understand its dual nature: a miraculous cure and a potential destroyer of reason.

As a physician, he recognizes the catastrophic consequences if such power were misused. He begins to study the island’s flora with caution and gradually understands that the island is not simply a collection of natural elements, but a highly intelligent living system. Plants, climate, and creatures maintain a delicate equilibrium—one that human interference could easily shatter.

IV. Encounter with the Tribe — The Other Face of Civilization

While exploring deeper into the island, Rocky stumbles into a tribal territory and is captured as an omen of disaster. The tribe, led by the priest Alpha, follows ancient rituals and views outsiders with deep suspicion. Imprisoned within a cave, Rocky witnesses their reverence for mysterious forces and slowly realizes they are suffering from an unknown epidemic.

Through communication and medical treatment, he gradually earns their trust and befriends Diana, Nicole, and Randall. He soon learns that the island’s history stretches far beyond imagination. Legends of the “Dragon Valley” and ancient ruins hint at a civilization capable of reshaping the world.

V. Plague, Dragons, and the Rift of Time

Disaster strikes when giant bats spread a deadly virus, plunging the tribe into a devastating epidemic. Combining modern medicine with ancient island knowledge, Rocky attempts to create a cure. With the help of Nicole and Diana, he succeeds in halting the outbreak and saving countless lives.

Yet something far stranger occurs—time itself begins to fracture.

After spending only a few days in Dragon Valley, Rocky and his companions return to the village to discover that an entire year has passed. Time flows asymmetrically on the island, as if governed by an unseen force. Rocky realizes that this island is not merely a natural wonder but a nexus connecting life, time, and consciousness itself.

The Dragon Healer of the Deserted Island — 2025

VI. Choice and a New Calling

As peace slowly returns, Rocky stands at a crossroads: should he return to civilization, or remain to guard this mysterious land?

In the end, he chooses to stay.

No longer merely a doctor, he becomes the Dragon Healer—a guardian who unites knowledge, compassion, and the wisdom of nature. He helps the tribe build a new way of life where ancient traditions and modern understanding coexist, protecting the island from the corruption of human greed.

For Rocky, true belonging is no longer found in the noise of civilization, but in a deeper understanding of life itself—choosing harmony with the world rather than dominion over it.

The Dragon Healer of the Deserted Island is ultimately not just a survival adventure, but a modern fable about humanity, nature, civilization, and spiritual awakening.

1. The Calm Before the Crash

The small aircraft glided smoothly through a sky of blue and white clouds, sunlight spilling gently into the cabin. Dr. Rocky sat by the window, gazing at the drifting clouds as he contemplated the international rescue mission awaiting him. Only a few passengers and a single pilot were on board. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

A flight attendant walked past with a warm smile.
“Sir, would you like some juice or coffee?”

Rocky smiled faintly and shook his head.
“No, thank you. I just want to rest for a while.”

The attendant nodded and continued down the aisle. Leaning back in his seat, a trace of weariness flickered in Rocky’s eyes. Since joining Doctors Without Borders, he had been constantly on the move, traveling across the world to save lives. Yet deep inside, he carried an unshakable emptiness.

He murmured to himself,
“Maybe after this mission… I should finally give myself a long break.”

2. The Storm Approaches

Suddenly, the sky outside darkened. Massive black clouds surged forward, swallowing the horizon. The cabin began to tremble slightly, and uneasy glances were exchanged among the passengers. Rocky frowned and looked out the window, watching lightning tear through the roiling clouds like blades of fire.

“Looks like trouble,” he muttered.

The captain’s voice came over the intercom, tense and urgent:
“Attention, passengers. We are entering a severe turbulence zone. Please fasten your seat belts and remain calm.”

Rocky quickly buckled in and took a deep breath. He had faced countless dangers before, yet the violent shaking of the aircraft and the raging storm outside stirred unease within him.

A passenger clutched the seat in panic.
“What’s happening? Are we going to be okay?”

Another trembled, voice shaking.
“Oh my God… this storm is too strong…”

3. The Moment of Impact

As the storm intensified, the aircraft shook violently. Thunder roared, lightning illuminated the cabin, revealing faces frozen in terror. Rocky’s heart pounded as he gripped the armrest, feeling the plane plunge downward.

The captain shouted through the intercom,
“Emergency landing! Hold on! We’ve lost control!”

The aircraft nosedived. Gravity tore at Rocky’s body as chaos consumed the cabin. Outside the window, nothing remained but swirling darkness and blinding lightning.

Rocky whispered a prayer:
“God… please let us survive.”

4. After the Crash — The Island

The moment of impact came with a deafening crash of metal and fire. Darkness swallowed everything.

When Rocky awoke, pain tore through his body. He found himself pinned beneath wreckage. Around him lay twisted metal, scorched debris, and broken trees. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth.

Struggling free, he realized—he was alone. No signs of life. Only silence.

Blood trickled from a gash on his arm, but he forced himself to move. The storm clouds still loomed overhead, though the worst had passed. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance.

In a weak voice, he whispered,
“Am I… the only one left?”

His legs trembled as he stood. Fear and isolation washed over him, yet he knew he couldn’t give up. Pressing his hand against the wound, he steadied himself and searched for supplies.

“Alright, Rocky,” he muttered. “This isn’t where you planned to be—but you have to survive.”

He scavenged what he could—water, a first-aid kit—and treated his wound. Exhausted and shaken, he pressed on.

5. First Encounter with the Island

Rocky pushed deeper into the jungle, away from the crash site. Dense vegetation surrounded him, thick with moisture and the scent of earth. Birds screeched overhead, leaves rustled in the wind, and yet the world felt eerily isolated.

The land grew wilder. Towering trees loomed above him, and in the distance rose a solitary mountain. A strange feeling stirred within him—fear mixed with anticipation.

He whispered,
“What kind of place is this…?”

His journey had only just begun. Though he had no idea what awaited him, he knew he had to face it. The island’s mysteries were slowly revealing themselves, and his struggle for survival had only begun.

6. The First Night on the Island

Night fell, cloaking the island in shadow. Enormous trees blocked the moonlight, and vines coiled like serpents around rocks and trunks. Rocky pushed forward alone, his clothes damp with sweat and humidity. Strange cries echoed through the forest, and an unfamiliar scent drifted through the air.

Just as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him, a faint glow appeared between the trees.

He stopped, frowning.
“What… is that?”

Pushing aside the branches, he saw it—a massive tree glowing softly in the darkness. Its trunk was as wide as a wall, its crown reaching skyward like a natural lighthouse. Its leaves shimmered with a gentle blue light, as if starlight had descended upon them.

Rocky whispered in awe,
“This tree… it’s glowing. Like moonlight.”

He reached out and touched a leaf. It felt cool, and a soft glow slipped through his fingers. A sense of calm washed over him. For the first time since the crash, he felt a hint of reassurance.

7. Adapting to Island Life

Daylight filtered through the canopy, casting fragmented shadows on the ground. Rocky began to adapt. He reached the shoreline, where wreckage from the crash lay scattered. Twisted metal glinted beneath the sun.

He salvaged what he could—tools, supplies—and used driftwood and metal scraps to build a simple shelter. Learning to survive, he crafted a crude spear to catch fish and gathered shellfish along the shore.

Each night, the moonlit tree guided him home.

As he cleaned fish, he muttered,
“This island may seem desolate… but it’s alive. I have to learn how to live with it.”

Gazing at the fading sun, loneliness crept into his heart. He remembered the patients he once saved, the life he once lived. Now, he was alone on an uncharted island.

He gave a bitter smile.
“From an operating room to a deserted island… I guess I still have to save myself.”

8. The Discovery of the Phantom Tree

One day, while searching for food, Rocky discovered a strange tree. Its leaves shimmered silver-gray, its trunk smooth as stone, and its fruit glowed faintly blue.

He plucked one and inhaled its sweet scent.
“Looks like some kind of fruit… but is it safe?”

He took a cautious bite. Instantly, warmth surged through his body. His fatigue vanished, his strength returned.

Amazed, he took another bite.
“Incredible… this actually restores energy!”

But soon, dizziness followed. The world blurred. The trees seemed to whisper, and distant sounds echoed strangely.

Rocky shook his head.
“Hallucinations… this is dangerous.”

He forced himself to stop, breathing deeply until the sensation faded. He realized he had discovered something extraordinary—powerful, yet perilous. A gift that could easily become a curse.

9. Collecting Rainwater and Exploration

As time passed, Rocky grew more skilled at surviving. Using metal scraps and vines, he built a system to collect rainwater. During the rainy season, he stored enough to endure the dry months.

Walking through the jungle, he often felt as if the island were watching him. Every tree, every leaf seemed alive. The Moonlight Tree and the Phantom Tree felt like guardians of the land.

Watching raindrops fall into his container, he reflected:
“This island… it’s more than a place to survive. It holds secrets.”

In the distance, he could see a towering mountain, its peak shrouded in mist. He knew that somewhere there lay the island’s greatest mystery.

He straightened his posture and murmured with resolve:
“But before that… I must stay alive.”

10. The Venomous Snake Attack

Deep within the dense jungle, sunlight could barely penetrate the layered canopy above. The air was heavy with humidity, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. As Rocky carefully pushed through tangled vines and branches, a sudden, searing pain shot through his left palm—like fire scorching his flesh.

He looked down and saw a mamba snake slithering away into the undergrowth. Two deep puncture marks oozed darkened blood from his hand.

His heart raced in terror.
“Damn it… a mamba. The venom’s already in my blood.”

Without hesitation, he tore a strip from his sleeve and tied it tightly above his elbow to slow the spread of the toxin. Numbness crept through his hand as the venom coursed through his veins. Drawing his knife, he knew time was running out.

Gritting his teeth, Rocky searched frantically through the jungle for anything that could counteract the poison. His vision began to blur when suddenly he spotted several broad-leafed plants shimmering faintly in the light. Their green leaves glistened beneath the canopy.

He lunged toward them, trembling hands plucking several leaves and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing them into a paste.

“Don’t pass out… not now,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

With his knife, he sliced open the bite wound and forced the darkened blood to drain out. The thick, blackened liquid dripped onto the ground, horrifying to behold. He pressed the crushed leaves onto the wound. A cool sensation spread across his skin, easing the burning pain. Though the numbness remained, he knew the poison had at least been slowed.

Dragging his exhausted body forward, Rocky staggered through the jungle, his vision fading with every step. When he finally reached the soft sand of the shore, his strength gave out. The world spun violently as he collapsed onto the beach, consciousness slipping away.

“So close… just a little longer…” he murmured.

Darkness swallowed him as the waves whispered nearby.

11. Rebirth at Dawn

Morning light pierced through his eyelids, forcing him awake. Rocky gasped as the warm sunlight washed over his face. He lay on golden sand, dizzy but alive. The leaf compress on his hand had dried, and a thin scab had formed over the wound.

“I’m… alive,” he whispered. “The venom didn’t spread.”

He slowly sat up, thirst overwhelming him. The sun climbed higher, its heat pressing down on him. He knew he needed water—immediately.

Staggering toward a cluster of coconut trees, he grabbed a fallen trunk and struck at the fruit above until one dropped. Cracking it open with his knife, he drank deeply, relief flooding his body.

He exhaled with a faint smile.
“Who would’ve thought… coconut water could save a life.”

His strength gradually returned. Nearby, he noticed a strange tree bearing oval-shaped fruits. He plucked one, split it open, and a rich, creamy scent filled the air. He took a cautious bite.

His eyes widened.
“It tastes like cream… unbelievable.”

The nourishment revived him instantly. When he checked his injured hand, he was stunned—the wound had nearly healed.

“This fruit… it heals too?” he murmured in awe.

Realization struck him: this island held extraordinary medicinal resources—perhaps the key to his survival.

As the sun dipped low, bathing the shore in gold, Rocky sat beneath a coconut tree holding several of the strange fruits. For the first time since the crash, he felt hope returning.

Staring at the horizon, he whispered with determination:
“I’ll survive this. And I will find my way home.”

12. Entering the Tribal Territory

Deeper into the island, the jungle thickened and the air grew heavy. Twigs snapped beneath his feet as tension filled the silence. Suddenly, the distant rhythm of drums echoed through the trees.

Rocky froze, then followed the sound.

Ahead, a clearing opened to reveal a hidden village. Tribal figures clad in animal skins danced around a fire, their eyes sharp and watchful.

“There’s a tribe here…” he thought. “Completely untouched.”

As he stepped forward, a spear suddenly pressed against his back.

A harsh voice barked, “Kha-na tu!”

He turned slowly to find himself surrounded by muscular warriors, their expressions hostile and wary.

Bound with coarse rope, he was dragged through the village, watched by wary eyes. They brought him before a towering cave adorned with strange symbols and blazing torches.

Inside, the air was cool and dry. Ancient carvings covered the walls, telling forgotten stories. His hands were tied, immobilizing him.

Fear welled within him.
“What have I stumbled into…?”

A tall elder emerged, cloaked in animal skins, gripping a staff adorned with feathers. His presence radiated authority.

“Tal’kona… Ish’tara,” the elder intoned.

Rocky didn’t understand. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some pointed at him in fear.

That night, moonlight filtered into the cave as chanting echoed outside. Villagers knelt before carved idols, praying to unseen forces.

Rocky reflected silently:
“They revere nature… they believe it controls fate. But they don’t know the world beyond this island.”

Days passed. He learned the elder—Alpha—was the spiritual leader. The tribe called this place “Paradise Island.”

13. The Outbreak

Soon, panic spread through the village. Cries echoed as villagers fell ill—feverish, weak, their skin blistering.

Rocky was brought to a patient burning with fever. The tribe smeared herbs and clay over the body, but the condition worsened.

“This isn’t superstition—it’s an infection!” Rocky cried. “You’re doing it wrong!”

They couldn’t understand him.

Desperate, he gestured wildly—pointing to the patient, then himself—trying to convey that he could help.

“If I don’t save them, they’ll think I’m a curse… or kill me,” he thought.

Alpha studied him carefully, then struck his staff against the ground. After a long pause, he nodded.

Rocky worked quickly, mixing herbal extracts with a small amount of his remaining medical supplies. He applied the mixture carefully.

His hands trembled.
“Please… let this work.”

Days later, the fever broke. More patients recovered. Awe replaced fear.

Alpha bowed deeply.
“Tal’kona Ish’tara…”

Rocky exhaled in relief.
“I think… they’ve accepted me.”

14. Gaining Trust

At dusk, smoke drifted through the village. A wounded warrior lay before Rocky, blood soaking his leg. Villagers watched silently as Alpha stood nearby.

Rocky cleaned the wound carefully, removing infection.
“I need to stop the infection first,” he thought. “If they see results, they’ll trust me.”

He poured antiseptic over the wound. The warrior groaned but endured. Rocky gestured calmly, explaining through motion.

Alpha asked softly, “Tal’shan… mira tan’sura?”
(Why do you do this?)

Rocky finished bandaging. The pain eased. A murmur rippled through the crowd.

That night, respect replaced fear.

15. The Discovery of the Blue Vine

Days later, Rocky discovered a vine with blue blossoms emitting a faint herbal scent. Testing it carefully, he found its sap reduced inflammation and sped healing.

In the village, he crushed the vine into a paste and applied it to wounds. Healing occurred almost instantly.

The villagers watched in awe.

“Maybe this is how I earn their trust,” Rocky thought.

Gradually, they welcomed him. The elders called him The Healer. Alpha himself sought his counsel.

“Tar’kai… Mah’na,” Alpha said reverently—Messenger of the Spirits.

Rocky smiled.
“Thank you. I still have much to learn.”

16. Diana and Nicole

Outside the village, a group practiced archery. Diana stood poised, her arrow slicing cleanly through a coconut hanging from a tree. The villagers cheered.

She approached Rocky.
“They say your healing is powerful.”

“You’re impressive yourself,” he replied. “Your aim is remarkable.”

She smiled faintly, intrigued.

Nearby, Nicole—the chief’s daughter—watched with fascination. She had long studied herbs and minerals, assisting the priests. Seeing Rocky’s methods stirred her curiosity.

As Rocky prepared medicine, she knelt beside him.

“How did you know the blue vine could heal?” she asked.

“Observation,” he replied gently. “And experience. I can teach you, if you want.”

Her eyes lit up. She nodded eagerly.

A bond quietly formed—one of trust, learning, and something deeper yet unnamed.

17: A Silent Rivalry Between Two Women

On the surface, Diana and Nicole remained calm and courteous toward one another, yet beneath that calm, their feelings for Rocky quietly surfaced. An unspoken rivalry slowly unfolded between them. Whether during daily labor in the village or while assisting in medical treatments, both sought opportunities to draw Rocky’s attention.

After a successful hunt, Diana returned carrying a wild animal. She personally presented the prey to Rocky, smiling softly as she looked at him.

“This is for you,” she said gently. “I hunted it myself. Once it’s smoked and dried, it will help restore your strength.”

Rocky nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Diana. You’re an excellent hunter.”

Not far away, Nicole approached with a bundle of freshly gathered herbs, a gentle smile on her face.
“Rocky, I found more blue vines. We can use them to continue treating the villagers.”

Each woman carried a different offering, yet in their eyes shimmered a subtle sense of competition.

Rocky sensed the shift in the air. They seem to feel something more toward me… How should I deal with this?

The rivalry between Diana and Nicole quietly intensified. Though both admired and respected Rocky, their emotions were beginning to disturb the delicate balance within the tribe.

Inside the cave hospital, Rocky and Nicole were performing a surgical procedure. Oil lamps flickered against the stone walls, casting trembling shadows as the air filled with the scent of antiseptic. Rocky worked with calm precision while the assistants prepared medical tools nearby.

“Nicole, is the anesthetic ready?” he asked, his voice steady and focused.

Standing beside him, Nicole carefully held a small vial. Her hands trembled slightly.
“Like this… is this correct?”

Rocky looked up and gave her an encouraging smile. “Perfect. Now focus on stopping the bleeding. Be gentle and steady.”

She nodded and followed his instructions. Her movements gradually became more confident, her expression filled with concentration.

After the surgery, the two walked outside into the grassy clearing near the cave, gathering herbs and minerals together. Morning sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the lush greenery and filling the air with a fresh, earthy scent.

“This herb is excellent for treating infections,” Rocky explained, pointing to a plant. “And these minerals can be used to make antiseptics.”

Nicole carefully placed the herbs into her basket, her eyes shining with excitement.
“This knowledge is incredible. I’ve learned so much.”

In the following days, Nicole and Rocky analyzed herbs and minerals together, creating penicillin-like medicines and disinfectants. Nicole began training a group of nurses, organizing tasks and bringing structure to the tribal clinic.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the village, Diana’s actions did not go unnoticed by Landau.

Every day, she prepared meals for Rocky, arranging the food with care. At dawn, she would disappear into the jungle with her bow, returning at sunset carrying deer or wild boar, her body glistening with sweat yet full of vitality.

“Rocky, this is today’s catch. I hope you like it,” she said gently, placing the meat before him.

“That’s wonderful. Thank you, Diana,” he replied with a warm smile.

Encouraged, Diana began sewing a full set of animal-skin clothing and boots for him. Each stitch reflected her devotion and care. The garments would soon become essential for his survival in the jungle.

From a distance, Landau watched in silence, jealousy tightening his chest. He clenched his fists, his gaze dropping to the ground. He had always loved Diana, yet never found the courage to confess.

“I… I need to take care of something,” he muttered to himself before turning away, his heart heavy with frustration and despair.

As time passed, life in the village gradually settled into a new rhythm. Each person found their place, and invisible bonds slowly formed among them, reshaping the fate of the land.

18: The Cry of the Night Shadow Bird

Night fell, and the dense jungle swayed gently in the wind. Thick clouds covered the sky. The campfire crackled at the center of the village, casting orange light across the earthen walls.

Rocky sat by the fire, fatigue etched across his face. Suddenly, a low, haunting cry echoed from deep within the forest.

A chill ran down his spine.
“What was that sound? It feels… ominous.”

The villagers murmured nervously. The High Priest Alpha stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the darkness.

“That is the Night Shadow Bird—Ka’rata,” he said gravely. “Its cry foretells disaster.”

Rocky frowned. “A bird? How can a sound bring danger?”

Alpha shook his head slowly. “It is no ordinary creature. When it cries, calamity soon follows. You are wise, healer—trust the signs of nature.”

Though skeptical, Rocky chose not to argue. The haunting call echoed again, as if warning them of something yet unseen.

19: The Threat of the Bone-Eaters

Several days later, Rocky and Alpha ventured into the jungle to gather medicinal herbs. Sunlight filtered through the canopy when a foul stench suddenly filled the air.

They discovered a decaying animal corpse.

“How could it rot so quickly?” Rocky muttered. “It wasn’t here days ago.”

Alpha stared at it grimly. “Bone-eaters.”

“Bone-eaters?” Rocky asked.

“They are silent killers,” Alpha replied. “They burrow into flesh and devour bone from within. Nothing survives them.”

Rocky poked the remains with a stick—only hollow bones remained.

“If they infect humans…” he whispered.

“There is no cure,” Alpha replied solemnly.

A chill ran through Rocky’s body.

20: The Legend of Dragonfly Valley

That night, the villagers gathered around the fire. Flames danced across their faces as Alpha began to speak.

“Beyond the island lies a valley known as Dragonfly Valley. Long ago, a great city stood there. Now, only ruins remain.”

“Why has no one explored it?” Rocky asked.

“Because of the guardians,” Alpha replied. “Winged beasts—half dragon, half horse. We call them ‘Lightning.’ They seize intruders and hurl them into the sea.”

Rocky’s curiosity burned brighter.
“There must be answers there… perhaps the key to this island.”

“Many have tried,” Alpha said quietly. “None returned.”

Despite the danger, Rocky felt an unshakable resolve.

21: Rocky’s Resolve

That night, Rocky stood alone at the edge of the camp, gazing toward the shadowy mountains. The wind carried the scent of damp earth.

“I can’t stop now,” he whispered. “This island holds secrets—about its creatures, its ruins… maybe even about why I’m here.”

Though danger lay ahead, his resolve hardened. He would face whatever awaited him.

22: Division Within the Tribe

As dusk fell, tension gripped the village. People whispered in hushed voices, suspicion thick in the air.

Rocky sensed the shift.
“They’re turning against me,” he thought.

“He saved us,” one villager whispered.
“But he defies the ancestors,” another argued.

Suddenly, a harsh voice cut through the murmurs.

“You are tearing this tribe apart!” Landau shouted.

He stepped forward, fury burning in his eyes.
“You do not belong here!”

Landau clenched his fists. Once filled with respect, his gaze now burned with jealousy and resentment.

He recalled how Diana once smiled at him—before her eyes followed only Rocky.

“He doesn’t belong,” Landau muttered bitterly. “He must leave.”

Others gathered behind him, nodding in agreement.

“Yes,” one whispered. “You should lead us.”

Landau’s eyes hardened.
“I will make him leave—by any means necessary.”

And in the shadows, the seeds of conflict took root.

23: The Duel of Honor

Scene Description

In the center of the tribal plaza, tension hung thick in the air. The villagers gathered in a wide circle, their faces reflecting unease and anticipation. At the center stood Rocky and Landau, facing each other. The glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across their faces, illuminating resolve, defiance, and unspoken conflict.

Landau stood tall, gripping his spear, its tip resting lightly on the ground. His eyes burned with confidence.

Rocky, however, felt conflicted.
This challenge isn’t just about proving strength, he thought. It’s about the future of the tribe. If I lose, not only will I be exiled, but modern medicine will be cast away with me.

Landau spoke coldly, his gaze unwavering.
“Rocky, I won’t allow you to stay here and weaken our beliefs. I challenge you—let us go to Dragon Valley. Whoever tames a flying dragon and returns to the village first is the victor. If you lose, even if you survive, you will never set foot in this tribe again.”

Rocky remained silent for a moment, sensing the distrust surrounding him. Yet he knew he had no choice.

“I accept,” he said firmly. “But if I win?”

Landau sneered. “If I lose, I will leave the tribe and live in exile by the shore.”

Their eyes locked, sparks of confrontation flashing between them. This was no longer a duel between two men—it was a battle between tradition and change, belief and progress.

As night fell, Rocky sat beside the fire preparing for what lay ahead. In his hands was a carved wooden talisman marked with tribal symbols—quietly given to him by Diana. She stood beside him, concern softening her gaze.

“She still believes in me,” Rocky thought, warmth spreading through his chest.

“Dragon Valley is dangerous,” Diana whispered. “But I believe you can do this. Don’t let Landau’s schemes win.”

Rocky smiled faintly. “This isn’t just about proving myself. It’s about the future of the tribe.”

She looked at him deeply before turning away.
“You won’t face this alone.”

As her figure disappeared into the firelight, Rocky felt his resolve solidify.

24: Landau’s Inner Conflict

At the edge of the jungle, Landau trained alone, his spear slicing through the air with sharp precision. Sweat glistened on his skin, yet his heart was heavy.

I don’t want the tribe to fracture because of him, he thought. But I can’t lose Diana.

He stared toward the village, emotions twisting inside him.
I must win—not just for the tribe, but for myself.

Though his stance remained powerful, doubt gnawed at him. He wasn’t merely fighting for honor—he was fighting for love, pride, and identity.

Later, beneath the blazing sun, Rocky stood in the village square holding Landau’s challenge token. Nicole stood beside him, worry written across her face.

“Rocky, this is too dangerous,” she whispered. “Dragon Valley is no place for someone unfamiliar with the terrain.”

“I can’t back down,” Rocky replied calmly. “If I refuse, the tribe will never trust me again.”

“But you just arrived here,” she pleaded. “Is this worth risking your life?”

Rocky gently lowered her hand from his arm. “Sometimes trust has a price.”

At that moment, Diana approached, her expression resolute.
“I’ll guide you,” she said. “Without me, you won’t survive Dragon Valley.”

Rocky nodded. “Then let’s go.”

The three departed, heading toward the northeastern cliffs where Dragon Valley lay hidden among towering peaks.

25: The Trial of the Dragons

Landau arrived first. Agile and swift, he crouched atop a cliff overlooking a massive blue-scaled dragon. Its wings shimmered under the sun as it perched on a stone ledge.

He tightened the rope in his hands, preparing to strike.

Meanwhile, Rocky and Diana arrived at a cave entrance where several dragons circled. Diana pointed toward one with golden scales.

“That one,” she whispered. “It’s the leader.”

Rocky studied the dragon carefully. Though powerful, it seemed weakened.

“It’s injured,” he murmured. “Or poisoned.”

He raised his hands slowly, signaling peace.
“We’re here to help.”

The golden dragon growled softly but did not attack.

As Rocky approached, he noticed a poisoned arrow lodged in its wing, the flesh darkened and swollen.

Carefully, he removed the arrow and applied a medicinal paste made from crushed fruits. The dragon shuddered, then calmed.

Moments later, it bowed its head before him.

“You’ve gained its trust,” Diana whispered in awe.

Meanwhile, Landau struggled desperately. His dragon surged into the air, dragging him along. His grip weakened, panic flooding his mind.

“I can’t die like this!” he cried.

Suddenly, a voice called out:
“Landau!”

Rocky soared in on the golden dragon and reached out. Landau grabbed his arm, and with one powerful pull, Rocky hauled him onto the dragon’s back.

Panting, shaken, Landau stared in disbelief.

“You saved me…”

“I couldn’t let you die,” Rocky replied calmly.

They returned together to the village, where the people watched in awe as three dragons descended.

Landau dismounted, trembling. He knelt and offered his blade in surrender.

“I lost.”

But Rocky stopped him.
“No. You stay. We move forward together.”

Landau stared in shock. “Why?”

“Because we fight for the same people.”

Tears welled in Landau’s eyes as he nodded silently.

26: Into Dragon Valley

With blessings from the elders, the three departed once more.

Flying above the valley, the ruins of an ancient city emerged below—a vast civilization long forgotten.

“An entire city…” Rocky whispered.

Massive stone structures, aqueducts, and plazas lay buried beneath time.

“This civilization was far more advanced than ours,” Diana said in awe.

They descended and entered a massive ruin. Inside, carvings and murals covered the walls.

“These symbols…” Diana murmured. “They tell stories.”

At the center stood a stone altar, engraved with warnings.

“This is a place of power,” Rocky said quietly.

They discovered a hidden mechanism. The wall shifted, revealing a staircase descending into darkness.

Torchlight illuminated an underground chamber filled with towering pillars and ancient architecture.

“This is… incredible,” Rocky whispered.

27: Secrets of the Underground Temple

They descended carefully into a vast hall. Stone chairs and tables stood untouched by time.

At the center stood a pedestal bearing a staff adorned with gemstones.

Rocky read the inscription aloud:

“Staff of the Dragon City. Let no unworthy hand claim it.”

Landau hesitated. “It could be priceless.”

“But dangerous,” Rocky warned.

They moved on, entering a chamber lined with metallic tablets.

“Are these… books?” Diana whispered.

Rocky activated one. A glowing screen appeared.

“These are… digital archives,” he said in awe. “This civilization was far beyond ours.”

Images of plants, creatures, and medical knowledge appeared.

“This is a medical database,” Rocky said, eyes wide. “They recorded everything.”

Diana smiled in wonder. “We could learn so much.”

Rocky nodded. “This knowledge could save lives.”

The firelight danced across the walls as the ancient city revealed its secrets.

And in the quiet glow of that forgotten world, the three of them knew—
their journey had only just begun.

28: Saving the Tribe from the Epidemic

When they returned to the tribal plaza riding the flying dragons, the scene before them left them stunned. The entire village lay in eerie silence, heavy with an invisible oppression in the air. Rocky, Diana, and Landau dismounted, exchanging uneasy glances filled with confusion and unease.

At that moment, Nicole emerged from the shadows of the trees. Her face looked worn and anxious.
“You’re back!” she exclaimed, relief and urgency trembling in her voice. “You have no idea—an entire year has passed since you left!”

The three of them stared at her in disbelief.
“A year?” Rocky murmured. “We were only in Dragon Valley and the underground palace for a single day. How could a whole year have passed here?”

Nicole’s expression grew even heavier. She took a deep breath before continuing.
“Not long after you left, giant man-faced bats appeared on the island. They were horrifying creatures. Under the cover of night, they attacked the village and drained the blood of our livestock.”

Her voice faltered with grief.
“Soon after, the villagers began to fall ill. The chief, the high priest, and many of the elders died one after another. We had no choice but to carry the bodies to the beach and cremate them, hoping to slow the spread of the disease.”

A heavy weight pressed against Rocky’s chest. Seeing the exhaustion etched on Nicole’s face filled him with a deep sense of responsibility.
“This is serious,” he said firmly. “We must act immediately.”

Diana clenched her fists, determination burning in her eyes.
“We need to find the source of the bats and protect the tribe.”

Landau nodded in agreement, resolve flashing in his gaze.
“Let’s first assess the situation inside the village. Then we’ll decide our next move.”

Guided by Nicole, they hurried toward the tribal infirmary carved into the mountain and the surrounding residential area. Every step carried urgency—they all knew this would be the greatest challenge they had ever faced.

After listening to Nicole’s account, Rocky frowned deeply, his heart pounding. Instinctively, he sensed that this sudden outbreak was linked to a coronavirus-like pathogen. He quickly gathered his thoughts and turned to Diana and Landau.

“We need to examine the patients immediately and confirm whether the symptoms match those of a coronavirus infection.”

They followed Nicole into the cave hospital. The ward was constructed of rough stone walls and floors, dimly lit by flickering torches. Villagers lay on crude beds, their faces twisted in pain, breathing heavily. The air carried the faint stench of medicine and disease.

Rocky put on a makeshift mask made from coconut shell and carefully examined the patients. His expression grew increasingly grave.

“These symptoms do match those of a coronavirus,” he said calmly but firmly. “It’s an ancient strain—likely carried by the man-faced bats on this island.”

With that realization, Rocky’s thoughts immediately turned to the Golden Heavenly Book. He pulled the glowing volume from his backpack and activated its screen. His fingers flew across the interface as he searched for information on viral transmission and treatment. Soon, detailed data appeared—modes of infection, symptoms, treatment methods, and even guidelines for vaccine and antiviral development.

“This contains everything we need,” Rocky said, turning to Nicole, Diana, and Landau.
“If we follow these steps, we can develop a vaccine and a treatment to stop the outbreak.”

With their full cooperation, Rocky began the arduous process of preparation. They gathered materials from the surrounding area and constructed makeshift glassware, forging it in crude furnaces. Smoke curled into the air as molten glass glowed faintly in the firelight. Following the instructions from the Golden Book with precision, Rocky carefully mixed chemical compounds, step by step creating both a vaccine and a therapeutic medicine.

Once completed, the medicines were distributed throughout the tribe. The villagers accepted them with hope and trust, taking the treatments as instructed. Gradually, the epidemic came under control. The patients’ conditions improved, and the once-devastating crisis was finally overcome.

At the same time, Landau and Diana led the young hunters in driving away the giant bats. The monstrous creatures screeched as they fled into the night sky, eventually vanishing beyond the horizon. Peace slowly returned to the island.

As calm settled over the tribe, Rocky stood in the village square, gazing up at the starlit sky. A profound sense of belonging filled his heart. He realized that he had grown deeply connected to this land.

Turning to Diana, Landau, and Nicole, he spoke with quiet conviction.
“This journey has given me a deeper understanding of this land. I’ve decided to stay—for now. I want to continue exploring the ancient wisdom hidden here and help the tribe build a life that blends tradition with modern knowledge.”

Diana and Landau exchanged glances, their eyes filled with understanding and support. Nicole smiled warmly.
“We’re glad you’re staying. The tribe needs your wisdom and guidance.”

Hope and determination filled Rocky’s heart. Beneath the starlit sky, the soft glow of the village lights flickered gently, illuminating a new path toward the future.

(The End)

Author:
Chen Chao-Song (Chen Qu-Fei)

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Chen Ching-Yang (Pen name: Chen Chü-Fei), legal name Chen Chao-Sung

Born in 1963, I wrote my first free-verse poem in 1976. I hold a Master’s degree from the Graduate Institute of Taiwanese Literature, National Taipei University of Education. I write poetry, fiction, and film/television screenplays, as well as critiques of modern poetry and prose fiction. I am a poet, novelist, playwright, and literary critic, with an extensive body of work.

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In 1999, I entered the cultural and creative industry and began publishing serialized novels in newspaper literary supplements.

In 2010, I co-founded “Cinematographer Film & Cultural Creative Studio” with like-minded partners, and I currently serve as the studio’s Creative Director.

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In 2018, I founded the Meridian Modern Poetry Journal, which publishes works by poets from Taiwan and abroad, and introduces Western literary theories such as Surrealism and New Criticism.

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My major creative works include:

Long biographical novel: Watercolor: The Life of Hatta Yoichi (script version published)

Historical novels: Springtime at Luku (script version published), Anping Rhapsody, Fireflies in Flight: The Nanzhuang Anti-Japanese Incident

Classical-style historical martial arts novel: The Bronze Rose

Dozens of youth inspirational novels

Fantasy and adventure novels: The Whale-Riding Boy, The Heaven’s Inn, Dragon Doctor on the Deserted Island

In total, I have completed over sixty medium-length and full-length novels, all of which have been adapted into television and film scripts. I am currently seeking investors and producers (film studios) interested in developing these works for production.

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Published poetry collections include:

Sunday’s Defense, Island Taiwan, Taking You Back to My Distant Castle, Let You Fall Out of Love Once More, Ballad of Wind and Cloud.

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Published academic and professional works include:

The Aesthetics of Rhetoric in Modern Poetry: Formal Design

The Aesthetics of Rhetoric in Modern Poetry: Expressive Techniques

Theoretical Studies on Modern Poetry Composition

Theory and Criticism of Modern Poetry

Dream Factory of Modern People: Practical Guide to Film and TV Scriptwriting

Novel Structure, Narrative, Rhetoric, and Psychological Analysis: International Works and Theoretical Studies

Scholarly Analysis of International Fantasy Classics

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