The Forsaken Triad

The Auditorium Part: I

The lonely Iris bud, A tattered flower, battered, bruised, yet still on its last embers, being carried by the wind, the last of its petals goes and follows its breeze, with its warm and chilly air carrying to the warm embrace of the battlefield below the hill, the kingdom of silence , rumbling and sounding the drums of war, as bodies drop, so too does their capacity to handle the tides that will bring homage to its destruction, the toils of war wrought the anger of the world, the seals of the sages has untangled, the song of freedom has tuned, The kingdom is ablaze; as this hooded man, atop of the world watches, his own kind entailed in war not realising the dangers it awoke, the war that started from spite, will turn into the war that will end kingdoms...the earth shakes, a small growing level of vibration intensifies, the loud noise covers the battlefield, a loud screech could be heard, as the sounds of shackles shattering and wind blowing in the sky deafened everyone, the sounds of moving rubble, as the ground deformed and collapsed under the kingdom, the hole consequently covered by a dark mist that suddenly turned the area into a lush forest, teeming of monsters...it disappeared, it was as if a God...has risen

The ancient realm, the environment lush of green, the scenery of the world truly was unbelievably impressing to the eyes, the beauty of nature, the invigorating smell of grass and trees, the plump innocence of the world as it is above, the world was always made peaceful, ever since the bound peaceful resolution of the 3 legendary kingdoms of millennium, the 3 kingdoms who have been blessed by the Divine, the drowning and freckling sound of grass as wind breeze through it, flying a leaf into a chasm of stone, a chasm that seem to be irrelevant...does our story begin within the confines of the withering darkness that is filled in this void, is this simply an Auditorium for Gods to enjoy their entertainment...

The fidelity of it all, the playwrights of the Gods have started twisting its dolls, as the entertainer of the Divine begins their tale, the tale of a lost being, trapped in the chasm, a labyrinth of rubble and marble, a survivor from an adventure, His name? Gaiael, a lost adventurer inside this chasm. He rose up and came to his senses, he was truly lost within this chasm, he'd regret entering this deep cave, as he assumed it was merely a short and small adventure, the advent of escaping burrowed in his ever lasting doubt that this is where he will perish... Gaiael steps forward inside of the darken rocky cavern, he doesn't know where he might be, all he remembers is to get out, his memories, his history, his instinct is forcing him out of this cavern, it looks like a lost structure, a structure aged and forgotten, like as if, its been lost for centuries...but he needs to leave, his being rejects and dejects staying in this hell hole, he follows the trail of light and breeze just like how his adventurer friends taught him, he assumed he might never see them again, thoughts rush to his head but his main goal is to break through this scenario and meet them again, therefore he fought and persevered, soon he heard distant rumbling, may it be anything, he grew to find hope that he might encounter other adventurers, but he discovered something he never expected to be there, as if a divine joke from Gods, there was a monster, not a normal one, an unusual monster, it was wolves, a pack of them, he knew he had to hide his scent before they pick up he was there, hed see a pile of human and animal bones,he would be disgusted and shocked, but he would be mortified after seeing the wolves sniff around. He'd flee to rush over and stay behind the bones to cover his scent with those who were already unfortunately deceased and turned into wolf food.
As the wolves sniff around and look for the scent they find familiar the most, they were quite disappointed it led to their old heap of garbage bones, they'd go back to their area of rest as they stay and recuperate their energy, the pack goes to sleep, as Gaiael takes this to his advantage and sneak his way out of there, hed rub left over muddy dried blood with his cloth and skin, making him smell like rotten bones, he'd also borrow one of the dead's equipment on its ones, a dagger left behind, hed make his move slowly with the breeze of the air and the dripping water inside the cavern, he would successfully pass the wolves as he came to think, if the wolves reached this deep in the cavern, that would mean an exit is nearby! His enthusiasm would rise as he'd make a grave mistake and lose his focus, he'd make a loud noise that would notify the wolves immediately...as the howl of the leader of the wolves signifies...A hunt begins...