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 blood-soaked stone split open like bone under pressure.

Pate stepped back instinctively as a wave of cold air rushed up from the dark beyond. It wasn't just cold — it smelled like ash, iron, and something… older.

Gage held his hand out, blood still floating lazily in the air around his fingers like smoke in reverse. "Whatever's down there," he said, voice calm, "it doesn't want us to leave."

"That's not comforting," Pate muttered.

The vault opened fully — revealing a staircase made of solid obsidian, each step carved with runes that pulsed red in time with Gage's heartbeat.

"Why's it syncing with you?" Pate asked.

Gage's grin returned, just slightly. "Maybe it remembers me."

The further they went, the more the walls felt like they were watching. Symbols lit with movement. Some even shifted — not like magic, but like they were… alive.

The chamber was massive. Circular. Silent.

Ten feet tall. Cloaked in chains. Its face had been worn away… but not its hands.

Because in its palm was another key.

This one was smaller. Sharper. Crimson red. And shaped like a fang.

Pate stepped closer, but before he could reach it—

"Only the marked may take the second seal."

No mouth moved. No eyes lit. Just… words.

Gage's expression changed. No grin. No smugness.

He walked to the edge of the pedestal and lifted his bleeding hand.

The red key floated into the air and hovered above Gage's palm… then melted into his skin.

And for the first time, Pate took a step back.

"Gage," he said slowly. "What the hell did you just do?"

Chapter 18.2 – The Vault Below