Fight: stories of the genocide route

The Beginning of the End

You wake up face down

in a flower bed in an open field.

You look around and ponder,

'How did I get down here?'

You look up above you

at the blinding rays of the sun.

Then you remember the reason

why you are several feet under the sun.

You heard the stories

of Mount Ebott

and what happens to people

at the summit.

You were told the tales

of long ago

when humans and monsters

both roamed.

You listened to the tales

of the terrible war

and how monsters were forced

below the earth's floor.

Locked away by seven mages

leaving a barrier which no monster

was capable of breaking.

You went to the summit

to see if the stories were true.

But tripped on a vine and fell to

; what you thought was; your impending doom

Now here you are; all alone.

No one to call and no way to go home.

You were near tears, but instead,

you hear a little voice in your head,

'Stop crying and pick yourself up.

Down here you need to be tough.

No matter what happens you need to stay determined.

Fight whoever gets in your way; cause they're worthless.

Now get on your feet and walk forward!'

And with that, you follow the order.

One foot in front of the other,

with your new found persistence.

for this is just the beginning of the end for this world

with your determination.