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 wind didn't return. The birds didn't sing. The walls still breathed with a slow, ancient pulse — like the trials hadn't ended… just paused.

Then a hand reached up from the dust.

[Elizabeth – First to Emerge]

Elizabeth dragged herself from the tunnel, her arms trembling. She collapsed just past the exit, landing on her knees in the dry dirt.

The image of the child still haunted her. Brandon's lifeless face. The voice saying she had to choose.

"It was never about choice," she whispered, shaking. "It was about pain."

She wiped her eyes and forced herself to stand — alone.

KJ stumbled out next, coughing dust from his lungs. He was bruised, bleeding, and gripping a broken shard of mirror in his hand.

[Braydon – Third]

Braydon emerged with a low hum of pressure in his wake — the canyon floor vibrating faintly under his feet.

His eyes were unreadable. Cold sweat clung to his brow.

He just walked past the others and sat at the edge of the ledge, staring into the canyon's endless black.

[Pate and Gage – Together]

The two stumbled out like a storm.

Pate had a gash on his forehead. Gage's shirt was torn and stained red — not all of it his.

"Still think we should've flipped a coin?" Gage joked.

Pate wheezed. "Nah. Glad we both called heads."

They saw KJ and Elizabeth and gave nods, but the fire behind their usual jokes had dimmed.

Shoto stepped out slowly, flames flickering across his shoulders, eyes hard and glassy.

His trial had left marks on more than just his skin — he looked like someone who had just seen the worst of himself and barely made it out.

Elizabeth moved to him. "Shoto—"

But his voice cracked halfway through.

The group finally stood together again, bruised, silent, and changed.

Not until Riven appeared at the top of a nearby ledge.

He looked down at them like a professor who had watched his students walk through fire.

"Well?" he said. "Are you ready to stop failing?"

A temple began to rise — massive, ancient, and glowing with molten red light. The second Hollowed Ring pulsed at its center like a heartbeat trying to wake something very old.

Fractures and Firelight