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I didn’t know what happened. One minute everything was normal; the next… I was stuck in this damn cellar, weak, hardly able to use my magic, and I just watched someone I love DIE! Wait. Wait. Hold on. Sorry, let me back up. My name is Winged Magical Staff or 'Mage' for short. Since I was a newspawn, I’ve lived in a city called Crossroads. What inphernals call ’The heart of Inpherno’ and they aren’t wrong, its the largest part of Inpherno, both population and space wise. Now you’re probably wondering what the hell I was talking about in the beginning of this. Well let’s back it up. See, I said Crossroads is the largest part of Inpherno has five main areas of population, Crossroads, Lost Temple, Playground, Thieves Den, and Blackrock. Lets focus on Lost Temple as that’s where it all started. So about ten years ago there was this big thing that happened concerning one of the deities, Firebrand. Books say that he caused a massive fire outbreak that destroyed about eighty percent of Lost Temples population. However people don't know why it happened though. They've dimmed it down to two things: He didn't know what he was doing, he had no control, a beast in the poor deity's mind. Or, he simply just got tired of being a peacekeeper and exploded (quite literally) After what inphernals now call it 'The Scorch' something in Lost Temple changed. The little survivors it had, lost their home, and had nowhere to go really. They were angry, scared, and nearly hopeless. That was... until someone came. Helped them, became their light. Some would call them.. their eye to seeing things clearly. An that's exactly what he was. See the thing I'm about to describe to you will sound, sort of nice in a way, like I said, a light to those who needed it. A family, a religion. But that's not what they are. The cult of the TRUE EYE is a small organization that formed shortly following The Scorch. Founded by those that call him 'The father', he promised a home, safety, and divine guidance to those who followed. Seems nice right? Well, there's a reason it's called a cult. Now listen I had nothing against the cult of the TRUE EYE before. Yes, I knew what they were, my opinion they were a little uh... odd to say the least, but I had no problem with 'em. But things aren't always as they seem for some isn't that right? Now that you know what the TRUE EYE is, you'll understand a bit more what's happening once I tell you. Again, normal day in Crossroads. I was at home and practicing my staff spells when there's a loud knock on my front door. "I'll get it mom!" I put my staff up and head to my door. Opening it I see on of my friends, Sword but something was wrong. Clearly. Wrong. "Sword, what's wr-" I got cut off as he hugged me tight. He was shaking violently, his breathing ragged and fast. "Sword... what's wrong..?" I asked softly. He clutched the back of my shirt tighter. "He's gone..." He mumbled; his voice shaking and filled with sadness. "Who's gone..?" I immediately thought of one of his friends Rocket or Medkit. "D-Dad.. Dad's gone..." My breath hitched. Venomshank. His dad. His mentor. The person who's taken care of him, loved him, and trained him for YEARS. "What do you mean he's gone..?" He didn't answer he just shook his head. "Sword... What do you mean he's gone..?" I repeated. He finally put his head up his eyes filled with tears.