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

Shoto and Elizabeth backed away as the ground cracked open around the Hollowed Ring. A mist poured out, thick and metallic, smelling of burnt stone and blood.

The creature was made of the spire itself — jagged obsidian, wrapped in spiraling veins of crimson crystal. Its body shifted constantly, like it hadn't decided what form to take.

Its arms stretched into flame, its chest shimmered with lightning. Its eyes flared the exact shade of Shoto's powers.

Shoto's breath caught. "It's… me?"

"No," Elizabeth said, stepping in front of him. "It's what they want you to become."

It moved like wind, like lightning — fast and brutal. Shoto barely got a barrier of air up before it slammed him backwards, cracking the ground with the impact.

Elizabeth darted to the side, eyes glowing as she reached toward him.

And her healing magic surged to life — not just shielding her, but burning the creature's energy when it made contact.

It screamed — this time audibly, violently — and launched a shockwave of red energy at them both.

Shoto stood, wiping blood from his mouth.

His storm answered — air, lightning, fire swirling around him like a hurricane.

The creature charged again — but this time, Shoto didn't defend.

A massive arc of fire met the creature mid-air, followed by a concussive windburst that shattered part of its body. Lightning carved through the spire's mist.

Elizabeth raised her hand, light forming a radiant shield. "We're not beating it with power."

Her eyes flicked to the pedestal. "The key. The runes. It's still connected."

Then ran straight at the creature — but not to kill it.

Elizabeth sprinted to the pedestal. The runes lit again under her touch — and with a deep pulse, the spire began to tremble.

The creature screamed — this time in fear.

And for one second… Shoto saw his own face twist in agony on the creature's body before it exploded in a burst of red shards and smoke.

Shoto dropped to one knee, panting.

Elizabeth knelt beside him, hand glowing softly over a wound on his shoulder.

"That wasn't just a monster," he said. "That was a message."

Elizabeth looked toward the sky — now still black, even without the storm.

Chapter 19.1 – The Spireborn