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

Not to himself. Not to the trees. Not even to the shadow that had begun following him.

Always just out of focus, just out of reach. A shape without a face. A presence without a voice.

"You're getting stronger. Finally."

The mark on his arm flared, glowing dull red like cooling coals.

KJ clenched his jaw. "I didn't ask for this."

The trees twisted tighter the farther he walked. Their branches reached toward him like fingers. The path curved in unnatural ways — always leading deeper, never forward.

A faint humming sound rose in his ears.

And the shadow stood in front of him.

Cloaked. Tall. Head tilted like it didn't belong in this world.

"I'm not here to hurt you," the figure said. "I'm here to help you control it."

"No," the figure said with a grin. "You."

KJ didn't move. His fists were curled. The darkness around him shivered — not from the figure's presence, but his own.

"You think I'll just listen to whatever lies you whisper?" he snapped.

"Not lies," the figure said. "Truth you've been running from."

"You're already different. You know it. You feel it."

And that was the part that cut deepest.

Because some small part of him believed it.

Then the figure turned and began walking away.

"Follow me," it said. "Let me show you what you really are."

And then, against everything he knew, he followed.

Chapter 17: The Whisper That Stayed (Part 2)