Jerrymoose

It started with a normal day. A lake. A group of friends. And then everything changed.

Shoto and his friends were just enjoying the last day of April when the world twisted beneath their feet. Now, they’re trapped in a realm where myth becomes reality, danger hides behind every shadow, and power is buried deep inside each of them — waiting to be unleashed.

But power never comes without a cost.

As ancient creatures rise, sinister forces awaken, and strange trials tear the group apart, their bond is tested like never before. Secrets are exposed. Trust begins to fracture. And every step forward reveals more about the terrifying force that brought them here.

Shoto’s power is tied to his fury. Elizabeth can heal — but only through pain. Braydon is haunted by a force he doesn’t understand. KJ faces a growing darkness inside himself. And Pate’s light may be the key to everything… or their downfall.

Together, they must uncover the truth behind the Forgotten Realm — or be consumed by it.

Friendships will be tested. Powers will awaken. Love may spark — but survival isn’t guaranteed.

The realm chose them for a reason.
But it won’t let them leave without a fight.

The Forrgotten Realm

The deeper they walked, the less the forest made sense.

The trees twisted in unnatural spirals, their bark riddled with ancient carvings. The air was heavier here — humid, metallic, and humming with power. Something old lived beneath the ground, and it didn't like to be disturbed.

Pate crouched by the edge of a stone circle, fingers grazing strange symbols etched into its surface. "This isn't Valorian," he said quietly. "It's older."

Gage whistled low, tossing a smooth rock between his hands. "You've got a gift for old languages, huh?"

"Sort of a habit," Pate replied, not looking up. "Most of it's gibberish, but this one…" He pointed. "It means blood."

Gage raised an eyebrow — just slightly. "Creepy. Convenient."

"Why?" Pate asked, glancing at him.

They moved deeper into the ruins, past archways half-swallowed by roots. The light was dim, filtered through thick vines overhead. At the far end, they reached a wide stone door, split down the center.

Symbols pulsed faintly across its surface — including the same one they saw outside.

But the ground beneath them shook — low and slow.

Gage stepped back, hand twitching toward his side. "Okay, no. Not liking that."

Pate's glow pulsed brighter. "I think it's a test."

Gage glanced at the cracks forming beneath their feet. "Yeah? What if we fail?"

Pate smirked. "Then we break the rules."

He raised a hand — and light burst from his palm, pushing against the seal.

A low growl echoed from the stones.

And deep beneath the ruins, something ancient began to stir.

Suddenly, the wall behind them cracked open — and three creatures emerged.

Hunched. Mottled skin. Long arms tipped with jagged claws. No eyes — only slits where their faces should be.

Pate reacted fast — a wave of light blasted one into a column.

The moment the creature reached him, Gage lifted his hand and dragged a nail across his palm — slow, intentional.

Blood poured from its eyes, mouth, and ears — as if something inside was tearing it apart.

He flicked his wrist — blood from the air solidified into a blade, curved and glinting red.

It hit the creature clean between the eyes.

Gage casually wiped his hand on his sleeve, then gave a lopsided grin. "Bit intense, yeah?"

"You… never said you could do that."

Gage's Irish accent curled around his words. "Didn't say I couldn't."

Echoes Beneath the Stone