The Psycho War • 1

Prologue

Five realms, in peace and solitude- a safe haven almost. Until the year 100X. The Realms consisted of Earth Realm, Olympus, Asgard, The Underworld and Ikkantori. For so many years, the realms did not interfere with one another. But the Gods of Olympus, they grew greedy. They wanted more... Especially Zeus. Earth Realm, home to animals- home to Giants, home to Monarchs. Without any notice, the realm was buried in fire. And the realm had almost gone extinct. Left for the Gods to take the land. The Greedy bastards had slaughtered thousands, no... hundreds of thousands of animals, and Giants. Blood filled the sea surrounding the island. Heads and arms of Giants scattered throughout the land. Zeus touched down on the soil, only to be forced back onto Olympus. This event was known as a War. Not a battle, or a slaughter. For it had taken seven days for them to defeat the Giants and Monarchs, and all alike. The remaining hid underground. But the Gods were not given the land- and a barrier was placed. Separating all the realms. Zeus had known, but had always been too afraid to say. Someone above Olympus. Above all the realms- a God much more powerful than him resided. Who would later be known, as the creator.

A few hundred years later...

700X - Condorla, Earth Realm

(Condorla: The center Continent of Earth Realm, home to the kingdom and capital. As well as The King of The Land)

A carriage makes it's way down a beaten up brick trail. And over an old bridge.

Carriage Man Michel: A'ight kid, me goose. I need me goose. My coin, my mulla. My zilch- Wake up ya little prick. I said wake up shit for brains. I need me gold for the ride. I'm tryna run a business here.

The boy in the back of the carriage wakes up, with messy long black hair. He stands up immediately, the carriage behind 6'0 tall on the inside. He stood at 5'9, with grey eyes (but sometimes orange for some odd reason). A slim face, a natural fit body. He had on an adventurers uniform. So he called it- his apparel was that of a long white shirt with a cut off leather jacket over. and tan pants, along with all black boots.

The boy: God, I really need to change. (Don't worry, this won't be his apparel for long)

The boy was 17 years old, and his name was Corbin Dect.

Michel: Did you hear that kid? What the fuck, think I'm losing my shit.

Corbin Dect: Gold check *throws the gold at Michel and runs down the trail* THANKS GEEZERRRRRR.

Micheal: 57,58,59,6- SON OF A-

With that, you have met our protagonist of the journey I will be taking you on. In the World of Psycho Afterlife. Much is still a mystery, perhaps only a drop of it all has been dripped (if I may) but fret not- It's only beginning. And... The events ahead... May cause some anger... and frustration. Stay tuned.

To Be Continued • Psycho Afterlife