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

In its place stood silence — and smoke.

Pate and Gage stood at the center of the vault's circular chamber, the glowing red veins across Gage's arms slowly dimming… but the runes on the walls began to shift.

"Uh," Pate muttered, backing away from the center. "That supposed to happen?"

With a low grinding noise, three slabs of stone lifted from the ground, rising into humanoid forms — vault guardians, shaped from obsidian and bound by crimson light. Each one held a weapon: a hammer, a spear, a sword.

Their eyes lit red as they turned toward Gage.

"Oh, that's friendly," Gage muttered, rolling his neck. "Guess they're not fans."

Pate reacted instantly — throwing up a wall of pure light that shattered the spear's momentum and blasted the creature backward.

The second leapt — swinging its hammer down.

Gage stepped forward, slicing a shallow cut across his palm.

Blood lifted into the air and hardened mid-flight, forming a jagged lance that impaled the guardian through its chest and pinned it to the wall.

"God, I love this power," he muttered with a grin.

The third guardian was smarter — it began absorbing energy from the others, growing larger and faster.

Pate charged first — blinding the guardian with a blast of searing light. While it staggered, Gage flanked, lashing blood-whips through the creature's legs and yanking it off balance.

He raised both hands — light gathering into a sunburst over his palms.

Gage threw every drop of blood in the air forward like a spear volley.

The two attacks hit at once — light and blood fusing midair into a blast that vaporized the guardian, leaving only scorched runes behind.

Pate stood breathing hard, light still glowing under his skin.

Gage's arms steamed with power, his eyes brighter than before.

"Think that was the last of 'em?" Pate asked.

Gage looked around the ruined chamber… then up.

The ceiling was glowing now — not red.

And in the center: a carving neither of them had noticed before.

A symbol of two halves. One dark. One light.

"When they reunite… the gate will open."

Chapter 19.2 – Guardians of the Blood Vault