[@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Casting the hunk of metal upon the beach, you wipe your brow, brushing aside the sweat and salt that has clung to you on this humid island prison. Not allowing the brief tax of fatigue to sway you, you look over your catch and glean nothing of apparent value, but realize that this will make for the reasonable start of a shelter. However, what you realize to be more important is water, perhaps even food, in which the dawning of reality settles in more upon you. Your mysterious tome might be well protected and saved now, full of seemingly undecipherable cryptic text and myth, yet you were anything but so safe and secure."

"Exhaling sharply and cupping your hand over your brow, you peer into the darkness of the night. While the illumination behind you on the horizon set a glow to all the world in its realm, the forest was still as dark as pitch and just as ominous. What would lie in wait for you if you dared venture into the wilderness? Would it be a greater sentence than the threat of starvation or shriveling through being parched? Or would the unknown once more save you?"