Raja, fresh from his multiversal escapades, lounged in the Chaos Den's mystical fortress, deep in the Forbidden Forest's glowing embrace.
He slid into the enchanted pod, its runes flaring like a cosmic disco. "Maya, commence soul reincarnation into the Alien and Predator universe!" he bellowed, eyes twinkling with mischief.
A whirlwind of starlight engulfed him, spitting him out in a dense forest, pine scent sharp in the air.
He blinked, baffled. "Maya, where the hell am I?"
Maya's voice chirped, "Master, you're in the Northern Great Plains, 1719, pre-USA, in the Prey movie timeline."
Raja chuckled, "Time to go full warrior god!"
He morphed into Lord Parashurama mode: Trishul locket gleaming on his neck, Trishul-Om tattoo etched on his forearm, black headband tied tight, and a massive battle axe strapped to his back, wheat-colored garment billowing like a divine war banner.
MAYA: "Master, you're serving mythic badass vibes—Predators better run!"
Raja prowled stealthily, Telepathy scanning for the Comanche Tribe.
From a hill, he spotted their camp, teepees aglow under starlight.
His gaze locked on Naru, a young Comanche woman destined to be the first human to slay a Predator.
For two days, he watched her: mornings aiding her mom with chores, afternoons hurling axes with deadly precision, evenings romping with her dog, Sarii, her heart set on matching her warrior brother, Taabe.
Using Telepathy, Raja mastered the Comanche dialect in 48 hours, their words imprinting like a crash course.
One day, as Naru lined up an axe throw, a smaller axe zipped past, embedding in the tree with a thunk.
Naru yelped, spinning to see Raja—six feet of chiseled muscle, barely clad in wheat-colored cloth, battle axe gleaming, flashing a grin that could charm a rattlesnake.
Naru froze, stunned, then blushed, rattled by Raja's alpha-male aura, his sandalwood scent wafting like a forest spell.
She clutched her axe, nerves jangling, as Raja strolled closer, passing her with a wink and yanking his axe free.
In flawless Comanche, he said, "Greetings, I'm traveller from across the sea. I'm Raja. What's your name, young warrior? Which tribe claims you?"
Naru, gobsmacked by his language skills, stammered, "I'm Naru, this is Sarii. Comanche Tribe, nearby. You're really from across the sea?"
Raja knelt, petting Sarii, who wagged like a fanboy. "Yup, far-off lands. Your axe game's strong. Want my throwing tricks?"
Naru, eyes wide, nodded, taking his small axe as Raja demonstrated, his throw splitting a distant log with a crack that echoed through the plains.
Daily, Raja and Naru met secretly at the clearing, training till dusk.
Raja taught her long-range axe-throwing, running throws, archery, and combat—targeting weak spots to disarm foes.
Naru, a natural, nailed bullseyes while sprinting in a week, her confidence soaring.
One session, she glimpsed Raja's back muscles, sculpted like a demon's snarling face, and squeaked, "Master Demon!"
Raja laughed, flexing, "Just back muscles, kid—scares off the weak!" A month later, as they practiced, a thunderous boom shook the sky.
Raja's grin turned wicked, Telekinesis sensing alien tech. He bolted toward the sound, Naru trailing, curiosity trumping fear.
At a mountain edge, they saw a cloaked Predator ship, lightning crackling around it.
Naru whispered, "Thunderbird?"
Raja, recognizing Yautja tech, said, "I'll be gone a bit. Keep practicing, Naru." She nodded, clutching her axe, awestruck.
The next day, Naru trained archery with Taabe, raving about the "thunderbird" and begging for the Kuthaamia hunt to prove herself a warrior.
Taabe snapped, "It's dangerous, Naru. You're a girl—ready to hunt what hunts you?"
Raja, watching from afar, smirked, Demi-God Swagger on blast. A week prior, he'd tamed an eagle, dosing it with NZT-pet for boosted smarts, sending it to scout for alien activity and communicating with Telepathy.
Today, it swooped back, reporting a massive creature dropped from the sky onto a peak. Raja's axe gleamed. "Let the hunt begin."
Panic hit Naru's village—a lion snatched a teenage boy, Wasape. Young hunters, including Taabe, mobilized, Naru and Sarii tailing.
Taabe, impressed by her tracking, let her lead. Raja shadowed, Telekinesis muffling his steps.
They found Wasape, barely alive, claw marks on his shoulder. As they built a stretcher, Naru treated him, hands steady.
Darkness fell, torches flaring. Taabe opted to hunt the lion solo, ordering the group to return Wasape to the village.
Naru argued, noting the lion fled something scarier, but Taabe dismissed her, vanishing into the night. Naru, escorting the group, spotted a skinned diamondhead snake and a massive footprint—not a lion's.
"Big Bear," she muttered, showing the others. She doubled back to warn Taabe, Paaka, another hunter, joining her.
At the lion's den, they reunited with Taabe, dousing torches to stay stealthy.
Naru pitched a bait plan: she and Paaka climbed a tree, while Taabe bled an animal to lure the lion. Unseen, the lioness struck, dragging Paaka from the tree, his screams silenced.
Naru, perched, faced the lioness creeping up, eyes glinting. Raja's advice—"don't get distracted"—echoed, and she gripped her spear, heart pounding.
A red laser and alien growl pierced the forest, a Predator's cloaked brawl. Distracted, Naru faltered. The lioness leaped, but Naru drove her spear into its side, the force knocking her off, head slamming ground, blacking out.
Taabe carried Naru to the village, leaving her with their mother, who brewed tea and scolded, "Kuthaamia means survive, not die chasing glory!" Naru, waking, ached but burned with resolve.
Taabe returned, dragging the lion's corpse, earning the chief's title.
Naru, seething with jealousy, fumed as Taabe tried cheering her. "I saw something else out there, not the lion!" she snapped, vowing to hunt beyond the ridge.
Taabe rebuked, "You're not ready!"
Dawn broke, and Naru slipped out, heading for the canyon where she'd seen the red light.
As she entered the forest, a voice rang out, "Where you going, Naru?"
She shrieked, "Master Demon, don't sneak up like that!"
Raja, grinning, leaned against a tree, axe gleaming. "Jealous of Taabe stealing your hunt, huh?"
Naru bristled, "You also think I can't complete my Kuthaamia?"
Raja bopped her head, "Idiot, your brother carried your unconscious ass back, scared of another lion attack. He's doing his big-brother job. Stop sulking, own your failure, and rise above fear."
Naru, chastened, nodded, "I was ready to strike, but I saw red lightning and a weird sound in the canyon."
Raja smirked, "I saw it too. Another beast's in there. Ready to hunt?"
Naru, shocked, gasped, "You were watching?!"
Raja bopped her again, "Duh, you're my disciple—I wasn't letting you die before you're fully trained."
Naru chuckled, shy, "Sorry for worrying you, Master."
Raja slung his axe, "Let's go, Naru. Complete your Kuthaamia and bag that canyon beast."
To Be Continued…