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The night before, they had found the body of his eldest son, Blue Eyes. He had been sent to scout a northern passage. The humans had not just killed him. They had posed him. Tied to a cross of splintered pine, facing east—toward the rising sun, toward the hope he had been seeking.

For two years, since the fall of San Francisco, the Colonel had hunted them. Not with the clumsy, panicked raids of the first human survivors, but with a surgeon’s precision. His soldiers wore the skulls of apes on their armor. They burned the old growth to flush out the hidden. They called him a patriot. The apes called him a ghost—a thing that killed without face or mercy.

The War for the Planet of the Apes had not begun with a battle. It began with a father walking into the rain, carrying a spear he had sharpened on the grave of his son. War for the Planet of the Apes

The rain did not wash away the sins. It only made them colder.

He raised his hand, the signal to move. Two hundred apes—warriors, mothers, the elderly, the infant—rose from the mud. They had no artillery. No air support. No supply lines. They had fists like iron, teeth like daggers, and a leader who had already died inside. The night before, they had found the body

And on the human side of the river, the Colonel lit a cigar, looked at the dark forest, and whispered to his radioman:

Caesar had cut him down with his own hands. He had not wept. Ape leaders do not weep where others can see. But when he looked up at the stars through the canopy, he made a vow that silenced the wind. They had posed him

Caesar stopped at the edge of a cliff. Below, the river churned, gray and swollen. On the far bank, a column of black smoke rose from a burned-out Ape stronghold. His ears, still sharp despite the tinnitus of a thousand gunfights, caught the distant chatter of human voices. Laughter. They were laughing.

“The children are starving,” Maurice signed. “The horses are dead. We cannot run again.”

“War,” Maurice signed, his old eyes sad. “That is what he wants. To make you an animal.”