Infurno

Scars from the past never fade. They always come back in ways you don't want it to. No one is safe from it. Haunted by their past from ten years ago, a group of unlikely people come together, intertwined into the fabric of a twisted fate. They buried those memories behind them, trying to move on in their lives. But, what happens when those memories return? Plagued by secrets, memories, and monsters from the past, can they survive? Can they remain who they are? Can they remain sane? Can they remain comrades? No one is safe when your demons come out to play. There is no happy ending in this tale.

This somewhat dark and edgy story is based on my hectic D&D campaign I played. This a grim dark fantasy story that blends a plot-twisting drama with intense action. I hope that you enjoy this story. Hopefully, this will turn into a trilogy.

Hiding in the Shadows

Thanatos closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and looked out into the fields.


"What is it?" I cautiously asked. He seemed displeased, his face tightened into a deep scowl.


He opened his eyes slowly, and with a disappointed shake of his head, he sighed, "Something here is blocking my power."


I was shocked. Thanatos had a connection to the souls of the underworld. I never heard of him ever losing track of them. I was speechless, staring bewilderedly at him. "What… What do we do?"


My brain went to overdrive as I struggled to find a solution to the crisis at hand. Nothing. I could think of nothing. I felt the slow onset of panic. It caused my blood to rush once again.


"Calm down." I murmured to myself. I cleared away all my thoughts, and focused only on finding Solskin.


"That is strange. It is only the soul's of your late comrades I can not sense. What could have caused that?" Thanatos mused aloud.


With a thoughtful look on his face, he beckoned me with his hand to follow. With that, we wandered deep into the fields.


There were souls everywhere. With each step, you would bump into a faceless soul. We pushed our way through the mob, looking for any sign of Solskin. His bright banner of yellow hair. The clanking of his armour. The glint of a longsword. All I saw was an endless crowd of indistinct bodies. We walked deeper and deeper until the grass was so tall that we couldn't see the crimson sky, pushing the waves of souls.


After a while, I stopped focusing on following Thanatos. Instead, I kept pace with him through habit, my mind occupied only by thoughts of Solskin. If I didn't completely focus on something, anything, the Fields would entrap me and never let go. I feared what would happen if I didn't. I truly feared becoming one of them. One of the names forgotten by time. I was slowly losing myself to the 


"I am Persephone Xenith!" I whispered harshly to myself, desperately trying to stave off the amnesia I knew would come. It didn't work. I could feel a tentacle-esque sensation steadily breach my mental barriers.


"I am Persephone Xenith!" I cried out, loud so that I could hear myself and feel the vibration in my throat from my words. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, it would help.


Some time passed. I vaguely remembered being here with someone. Who was he?


The Fields