Betrayal Of Hearts

Prolouge

The Enigmatic Awakening

In a time lost to the depths of history, when the world was first brought into existence, its true creator remained shrouded in a mystery.

The beings known as "Gods" gave life to countless creatures, a myriad of diverse and extraordinary beings. Elves, Fairies, Werewolves, Cat Folk, Fauns, and Humans thrived in the overworld, while in the hidden underbelly of existence, there existed Piglins, Ghasts, Pigmen, and... perhaps even humans, though in a zombified state.

The world appeared to be at peace, with all inhabitants living as they desired, yet a subtle undercurrent of disquiet rippled through the realms.

Amidst a desolate field, a peculiar scene unfolded. The ground beneath their feet bore three distinct cracks, each leading to a vastly different landscape - a Dark Oak forest, a Snowy peak akin to a mountaintop, and an inexplicable, contained Fire that defied spreading.

Within these cracks lay three dormant creatures: a Witch, slumbering within a circle of mushrooms; a Zombified Piglin, surrounded by a ring of fire; and a Human, resting upon an iron ax, seemingly unconscious.

Abruptly, a powerful gust of wind swept over the field, stirring the trio from their deep slumber.

"Where in the realms are we?!" exclaimed the tall figure, pointing at the others on the ground while clutching an iron ax. "I have no idea! I don't belong here," hissed the shorter, zombified figure, attempting to hide their disoriented state. "Such an astonishing sight... When was this place made?" mused the individual draped in a mysterious, dark blue cloak, gently caressing the unfamiliar terrain.

Each of them tried to comprehend their bewildering surroundings. "This world holds really weird secrets," the tall one remarked, a sense of curiosity and trepidation intertwining in her voice. The Piglin gazed back at the surreal scene, questioning, "How can the underworld coexist here, entwined with the overworld?" The figure in the dark blue cloak reminisced, "My forest... Where is Lilet?"

Intrigued, the others inquired, "Who or what is Lilet, if you don't mind me asking?" With a graceful motion, the cloaked individual revealed her face and replied,

"Lilet is my cat who I discovered in the woods during a raven's fight." The Piglin nodded in understanding, "Ah, I see. That makes sense"

As the trio continued to take in the mysteries surrounding them, an aura of uncertainty enveloped their encounter.

Unbeknownst to them, their awakening marked the beginning of a cryptic journey, one where the boundaries of reality and fantasy blurred, and the very fabric of time seemed to unravel, revealing hidden truths lying dormant for eons.