Geo-Terra: The First Dawn

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She holds you tight. "How are you, $name ?" You stare at her, silently. She sighs, embracing you tighter. "Listen, my child, we must leave. This is no longer our home; we can't stay. Climb out with me, and make sure you stick close behind." [[follow her.]]

$name Strength: $strength Agility: $agility Intelligence: $intelligence Attunement: $attunement Witchcraft: $witchcraft Honesty $honestyBar Deceit Sympathy $sympathyBar Disdain Stubborn $stubbornBar Logical Lover $loverBar Fighter Reputation - <<if $motherDead and $fatherDead == false>> <<nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $motherDead is false>> Mother: $mother <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $fatherDead is false>> Father: $father <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $yonaMet == true>> Yona: $yona <<endif>> <</nobr>> <</nobr>> <<endif>> <<nobr>> <<if $TheGuideMet == true>> The Guide: $TheGuide <<endif>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $MedeaMet == true>> Medea: <<$Medea>> <<endif>> <</nobr>> Inventory - <<if $inventory == 0>> -- empty -- <<endif>> <<if $deaths >= 10>> <<choice "God Mode">> <<endif>>

You feel your eyes shut as the man's sickening, mocking laughter fills the air. "Now, now, Remus. I thought you better turn your back on Wolven Pride. What would our parents say?" Your father grits his teeth and calms his breath. "I don't throw away my wolven pride; I embrace my fatherly honor, something you know nothing about." You can hear the man's snarl as your father setts you on the ground; a soft, faint whisper fills your ears. "Little wolf, make sure not to watch; instead, run the first chance you get." "Oh, please, you really think you can take on my pack!" The man let loose a guttural laugh. "No, there's no way out of this. You will die here as I make your disgusting spawn watch on." <<set $stubbornBar += 5>> [[Make a run for it]] [[Wait]]

<<if $magik == 1>> <<choice "Magik">> <</if>>

Choose the color of your eyes(is cap sensitive). <<textbox "$eyeColor" "green">> [[Continue]]

Choose the color of your eyes(is cap sensitive). <<textbox "$eyeColor" "green">> [[continue]]

As the man stares back into your $descriptor <<nobr>> , $eyeColor eyes, he chuckles.<</nobr>> "I will not hide, mutt. I will stick out in the open, waiting for you, so make sure you come to find me fast; I don't have great patience." His feet click on the wooden floor of your once-happy home. [[Go find your father.]]

You cover your ears, blocking out the man's voice. The constant voice of your mother ran through your head. "Whenever you're scared, just repeat after me: deep breath in, deep breath out." You continued to follow her instructions until a thunk hit the floor. You opened your eyes only to see the image of your mother's lifeless eyes staring past your soul. "Mmh, I take pleasure in imagining what your father's face will look like when I show him his precious wife's defiled corpse!" <<set $stubbornBar += 5>> [[Let out a scream.]] [[Say nothing in shock.]]

Your body shriveles up behind your log of support; your chest brims with anxiety, filling you with dread. "Papa..." Your father twists his head to look into your eyes. "Don't worry, my cub. I will watch over you." <<set $loverBar += 5>> [[Your...]]

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Your life seeps from your eyes as a cold hand embraces your soul. Maybe if you made different choices, you would still be alive. Oh well, too late now. You walk towards the Grimreaper who guides your soul to the Great Plains. It's time to rest and frolic with your ancestors of old. <<remember $deaths += 1>> <<link "New Game" "Race Selection">> <</link>>

Add a descriptor to your eyes(different from color, and is cap sensitive). <<textbox "$descriptor" "defiant">> <<choice "Color" "Collor">>

Add a descriptor to your eyes(different from color, and is cap sensitive). <<textbox "$descriptor" "defiant">> [[Color]]

You burst out of the room, taking off down the path. In the distance, you faintly hear the sound of your father's grunts as fire quells up underneath the thundering sky. You let loose a cry, hoping he hears you. Cleaving through a man's skull with nothing but his fists, your father turns towards you, staring into your $eyeColor eyes. "What's wrong, little wolf?" Your words come out muddled and fast as you recount what happened. [[Your father looks at you.]]

Looks like you need a little help! Here, become a god! <<set $strength to 100>> <<set $agility to 100>> <<set $intelligence to 100>> <<set $attunement to 100>> <<set $witchcraft to 100>>

As the fire seems to quell, your father looks towards you. "Now, close them!" You feel him swing his right arm, holding you in the other, and then a sickening squelch cascades in the clearing around you. The smell of smoke and iron filled that squelch with a sickness that rotted your nose. You both run through the night, feeling the air nip at your hair. You run, and run, and run some more; until, finally, you make it to the outskirts of a village. Maybe, you think, maybe life will be different here. [[End of Prologue]]

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Your voice permeates through the sound of the storm, echoing off the abyss; the man stares back into your... <<set $sympathyBar += 5>> <<choice "Descriptor" "Description">>

You force yourself to listen, biting your lip the whole time, so you wont unfocus from the man's ramblings. "I love you Martha; when I say everything, I mean..." His voice drifted down and seemed to take on a sensual tone. "everything." You could hear your mother's gasps get fainter as the group's feet got closer to your mother's. "Boss, after you're done, can you let us have a pass?" The man snapped at them. "NO! I will not have Martha's body desecrated... only, defiled. There is a difference." The other man seemed to grunt. "Well, will we get a turn on this "defilement"?" A smack filled the air. "No. I will not have anyone else gazing upon Martha; she is mine!" His crazed laughter filled the room. "Now, Martha, are you ready to wait for me in the Great Planes? I will be there in what, 500 years?" He drops your mother to the floor; you watch as her head bounces off the dirt ground of the hut. <<set $sympathyBar += -5>> [[Let out a scream.]] [[Say nothing in shock.]]

You watch on as a silent burn spreads through your chest. "Ohh, little mutt, you make this all too easy. If only I could find your mother... I have a few... things I would like to discuss with her. Don't wait up, mutt! I hope to see you soon; after all, I don't want to wait too long to cleave that head off those disgusting shoulders of yours." He struts out as you watch the head, silently. You feel your gut clench and churn with all sorts of sensations before a volcano of vile makes its way up your throat, but before you can throw up... [[Your mother climbs in through the window.]]

<<if $magik == 1>> A semi-sentient body that created everything. All the races were created by this "body" after it gave up a large portion of its power. In some way, Magik is connected to everyone. <<else if $magik == 2>> <</if>>

With your eyes still closed, your feet move on their own. You take off, attempting to blast down the damp walls of your hut. Your heartbeat fills your small ears as you rush off into oblivion. Maybe, you think, maybe it will be okay! Your feet keep moving, yet your body feels still. Are you moving? What is going on? Why doesn't the stale air push into your dirty face? A sharp sting finds its way into your back as an eerie, feminine scream tares through your home. You feel tired - like the whole night is but a dream... <<set $dead to true>> <<if $dead>> <<choice "Dead">> <</if>>

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You pop your head out right as the door opens. A man, with olive skin and a scar running from his right brow to the bottom of his chin, burst through the door. "Well, well, what do we have here? Martha and her spawn. My goodness," he turned his head towards you. "You look just like your mother. here, why don't you go look for your father, and tell him, 'Mavrik is speaking to mommy'?" <<set $loverBar += -5>> [[Run]] [[Stay]]

Geo-Terra is an intricate world that spans several stories. You will play just one of those interloping, intricate stories in your playthrough. Everything, from hair to pronouns is customizable, just like any other interactive piece. Choose the race you wish to start your journey on. [[Werewolf]] Vampire(WIP) [[Witch]] Phoenix(WIP) Founder(WIP)

You burst out of the room, taking off down the path. In the distance, you faintly hear the sound of your father's grunts as fire quells up underneath the thundering sky. You let loose a cry, hoping he hears you. Cleaving through a man's skull with nothing but his fists, your father turns towards you, staring into your... <<set $choiceColor to true>> <<set $stubbornBar += -5>> [[Descriptor]]

You freeze in fear as the man stares into your... <<set $sympathyBar += -5>> <<choice "Descriptor" "Description">>

You let out a scream as you watch your father's head bounce off the floor; Mavrik laughs when the head rolls to your feet. "Ahh, I'll be waiting for you mutt. I expect you to find me, soon. I wouldn't want to wait too long before I rip that head off those rotten shoulders of yours." He walks out, leaving you standing there, heartbroken. You watch the head as blood drains from its face... [[Your mother climbs in through the window.]]

You peek your head out from behind your father. The man, Mavrik, seems to be holding a sword. His cruel grin splits space. "Oh, look. Your mutt's not a totally frightened vermin. At least it won't turn out like you." <<set $stubbornBar += 5>> [[Your...]]

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You stand still as he walks over to you. "You know," he starts, before gripping your cheeks with one hand. "I was being nice, for Martha's sake, yet you spit on my kindness." He pulls out a knife. "Now, let me make myself clear: you did this to yourself." He speaks no more as the blade is stabbed into your chest. You faintly hear your mother calling your name, before... <<set $dead to true>> <<if $dead>> <<choice "Dead">> <<endif>>

You heard a large bang as the door swung open. "Oh, look. It's the vermin's wife. I was expecting that waste of space, but this is even better. Now, I'll get to see the look of utter defeat on his face as I slit your throat in front of him!" Your mother lets out a weird noise as the man's feet get closer to hers. "U-ugh, Mavrik, why would you do this-?" She gasps for breath as he lets out a pleasure-filled laugh. "R-Remus trusted you!" <<set $stubbornBar += 5>> [[Take a peek.]] (WARNING!!! Mentions of Non-con if you pick this route.) [[Stay under the bed.]]

You lock yourself under the bed, making sure not to utter a peep. You hold your breath back from hitching; you succeed, for the most part. Your mother lets out another weird sound. "Ahh, You taste so good, Martha. If only you weren't tricked by that buffoon, Remus." His right foot stepped in between your mother's. "Then, maybe, that dirty spawn you have hidden under your bed wouldn't be tainted with that vermin's blood. It'd be my child!" Your mother lets out another gasp when he speaks of you. "N-no, Mavrik! P-please, leave the child..." Her voice seems to fade in and out, and she pauses for what feels like a minute. Her deep gasps filled your ears, as her voice takes on a pleading tone. "Huu, Mavrik... Please, leave my child out of this." <<set $stubbornBar += 5>> [[Cover your ears.]] [[Listen]]

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Geo-Terra: The First Dawn

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An interactive fiction story.

You poked your head out from under the bed in worry as the man began speaking, once more. "Ahh, look, it's your spawn, Martha. It seems to have some semblance of backbone, at least." He turns his attention towards you. "Tell you what mutt, run and go get your father; I'll be nice and allow you that one, little favor. Just remember to tell him, 'Mavrik will kill your wife if you aren't here in ten minutes." <<set $loverBar += -5>> [[Run]] [[Stay]]

With closed eyes, you wait for your father's orders. Loud, crashing bangs can be heard to your left. A scream that you know all too well tares through the battle. It's like a demon's shreek. With this cacophony of death, your chest clenches like there is a hand ramming into your heart. It forces your stomach to twist and churn in such a way that leaves you blind to the darkness. [[open your eyes.]] [[keep them closed.]]

(TW WARNING!!! This story is only for people 17+. There will be mentions of the following: - Non-con - Gore - Detailed character death - Ect. However, no sexual element will be explored more than just being mentioned in the story, and all things like mentions of non-con will have a warning above the choice. By proceeding, you are acknowledging the things stated above.) [[Race Selection]]

You watch on in a vile fascination as the man's smile comes into view. "Ah, I see the vermin's child is a fascinated one. What do I say I make you watch as I gut your father like a fish; heck, I'll even make you join in. His psychotic laughter fills the room as you shiver in your boots. <<set $sympathyBar += -5>> [[scream out.]] [[stew in silence.]]

Lightning flashed through the broken night; rain poured down from the dark, drab sky. It was as if Magic itself was cursing this dark night. <<set $motherDead to false>> <<set $fatherDead to false>> You let out a swift, fearful cry as... <<nobr>><<set $magik to 1>> <<set $strength to 2>> <<set $agility to 2>> <<set $intelligence to 2>> <<set $attunement to 2>> <<set $witchcraft to 2>> <<set $motherDead to true>> <<set $fatherDead to true>> <<set $yonaMet to false>> <<set $mother to 50>> <<set $father to 50>> <<set $yona to 0>> <<set $name to "none">> <<set $honestyBar to 50>> <<set $sympathyBar to 50>> <<set $stubbornBar to 50>> <<set $loverBar to 50>> <<set $inventory to 0>> <<set $gender to "none">> <<set $pronouns_1 to "none">> <<set $pronouns_2 to "none">> <<set $pronouns_3 to "none">> <<set $descriptor to "non">> <<set $eyeColor to "none">> <</nobr>> [[your mother held you tight.]] [[your father gently embraced you.]]

<<nobr>>"$name , we must run; it's too dangerous to stay. When I tell you to, cub, I need you to close your eyes." <</nobr>> You look at your father. "But where are we running to?"" [[He speaks. "I don't know."]]

Your father looks towards you, speaking your name. <<textbox "$name" "blake">> [[Your eyes meet his.]]

Your father guides you gently behind his back. "Mavrik, how much have you changed from the kind boy I once called brother?" Mavrik grins. "Oh, please. We were never brothers, Remus. I was using you, don't you see? I was using you!" Your father bites his cheek; you can smell the metalicness seep into the atmosphere. "Is that all I ever was to you, a toy? Something to use and then throw away?" Tears stain his voice. "I trusted you, leaned on you, yet you betray our pack like this? You side with them!" [[Cower further behind your father.]] [[Sneak a peek.]]

Your mother climbes in through the window, whispering your name: <<textbox "$name" "blake">> <<choice "Beep" "Continue">>

Add a descriptor to your eyes(different from color, and is cap sensitive). <<textbox "$descriptor" "defiant">> [[color]]

Choose the color of your eyes(is cap sensitive). <<textbox "$eye color" "green">> [[watch as the men attack.]]

Your father looks into your $descriptor <<nobr>> , $eyeColor eyes. <</nobr>> "Little wolf, what's wrong?" Your voice became mute as you recounted the tail of Mavrik. [[Your father looks at you.]]

You follow her out the window and into the forest, never once making a peep. The silence sickens you, in turn, making you more silent. You both run through the night, feeling the air nip at your hair. You run, and run, and run some more; until, finally, you make it to the outskirts of a village. Maybe, you think, maybe life will be different here. [[End of Prologue]]

Your eyes, blind behind your closed eyelids, hide from reality. You dream of yourself, as a wolf, running through the Great Planes. It is as if you are watching a movie, a reality better than the one you find yourself in. Your breath stills as a stinging pain found a way into your chest... <<set $dead to true>> <<if $dead>> <<choice "Dead">> <<endif>>

Your eyes shoot open with such fervor that leaces your head spinning, and with your eyes already adjusted to the darkness, you watch as blood dripps from the cloaked leader's hand. It dripps with such crimson that makes bile rise from the pit you call your stomach. The man's cackling makes you taste your vomit. "Ahh, Remus, I thought you knew: this was a losing battle. I'll tell you what, though. As your brother, I'll spare you, but on one condition: you give me your child." <<set $stubbornBar += -3>> [[scream out.]] [[stew in silence.]]

Your voice tries to yell over that lump in your throat, yet to no avail. Your voice slickes back down your esophagus, leaving you worldless as nothing but twisted croaks left your mouth. <<set $loverBar += 5>> [[Your father shields you.]]

You give into the silence. You embrace it. That sickening feeling in your gut is like a lifeline that ties you back to the physical realm; it allows you to survive. <<set $loverBar += -5>> [[Your father shields you.]]

Your $descriptor <<nobr>> ,$eyeColor eyes watch on in horror as the cloaked men lunge at your father. "You really thought that you could stand a chance against us? I am better than you Remus; compared to you, I'm God.<</nobr>> "Shut up." Your father mutters. "Mavrik, you dishonor our parents. When your time comes, the Great Planes will not welcome you with open arms!" "Oh, shove it. Your air of superiority and condescension are just that: air. You can't do anything to me or my men, so just give up." Your father grits his teeth. "I will not kneel to a betrayer!" "So be it." With a flick of his wrists, your father's head falls from his body. [[Scream out.]] [[Look on in silence.]]

He holds you close to his big, burly chest; you can feel his beard scratching against your soft, baby-like face. "Don't worry, cub. Your father has you, and I won't let anything hurt you." You feel the comfort seep through your tiny chest, coursing through the rest of your body. It is bliss - that feeling. You can touch the overwhelming confidence that oozes off your father's chest as he keeps his back to the door. "I am the alpha of our pack; it is my duty to protect you and everyone else here." His lips brush against your forehead. "That is my promise, little wolf." A large crash comes as eight men, clad in dark, purple cloaks rushed in. "Oh, look, the vermin has a child: who would've thought an alpha would give up like this." Your father, still embracing you, took a sorrow-filled sigh. "You do not know what you speak of, Mavrik. I am doing my duty as - not only a man - but a father. Any insult you have towards my pride won't get a rise out of me." [[Close your eyes]] [[Watch on in morbid fascination]] <<if $strength >= 100>> <<choice "Stand Defiantly(Father)">> <<endif>>

She wrapped her arms around your tiny body, constricting you like a python. With shallow breaths, your eyes pierced into her ferocious, hazel eyes. She bit her bottom lip as something thumped on the door. "Don't worry, my love. I'll watch over you like I always do; just, listen to Mommy and go hide under the bed." You follow your mother's orders, crawling your way under the straw mattress, only held off the ground by a small, wooden frame. [[Peak your head out]] [[Stay hidden]] <<if $strength >= 100>> <<choice "Stand Defiantly(Mother)">> <<endif>>

Standing infront of a bondfire, children danced. It was like watching a seance, one of bright magic. [[Say something.]] [[Stay back.]]

With everything that had happened, maybe it is best to stay back; you took a step behind your mother, watching as she called out. "Hello? We - me and my... [[Daughter (She/Her)]] [[Son (He/Him]] [[Child (They/Them]] [[Custom pronouns]]

A cosmic, raging bonfire engulfs a charred corpse. The flames lick at the edges of the stone circle that surrounds the body; deep, primordial chanting consumes your ears. <<nobr>> <<set $TheGuideMet to false>> <<set $MedeaMet to false>> <<set $TheGuide to 25>> <<set $Medea to 25>> <<set $name to "none">> <<set $strength to 1>> <<set $agility to 2>> <<set $intelligence to 3>> <<set $attunement to 4>> <<set $witchcraft to 5>> <<set $honestyBar to 50>> <<set $sympathyBar to 50>> <<set $stubbornBar to 50>> <<set $loverBar to 50>> <<set $inventory to 0>> <<set $gender to "none">> <<set $pronouns_1 to "none">> <<set $pronouns_2 to "none">> <<set $pronouns_3 to "none">> <<set $descriptor to "non">> <<set $eyeColor to "none">> <</nobr>> <<choice "Burn the witch" "Close your eyes.">>

Your eyes squeeze shut as you watch your mother's body engorged by this flame, this white, swirling fire whose edges tint with red; the smell overpowers you, making your stomach drop as it laughs with crackling death. It's like watching a swirling, colorless abyss consume all. A voice speaks from beside you. "Heha, serves her right! She thought to hide her spell from me, The Guide?" [[look towards the voice]]

Your eyes drift to the voice, and you see a man with pure silver hair chuckling at your dead mother. "Listen, my people," he sighs. "This is what awaits you if you dare defy that which Magik has touched." He pauses. "But, don't be dissuaded, I am not a tyrant! I am here for your own good, The Guide you need to lead you to the Eternal Coldren. I will make sure you are all cared for after death!" <<set $TheGuideMet to true>> The group of your fellow witches all chant out. "The Guide leads us! Follow him and we shall be lead to Magik's embrace! Praise be the Guide!" [[chant with them]] [[snare in disgust.]]

your gut twists like someone's reached their hand into it and swished it around. It churns with a ferocity that can kill the strongest of men. "The Guide leads us!" You chant on with the crowd as your mother turns to dust, tied to the stake that restricts her entry into the Eternal Couldren. "Down with the charlatan! Down with the wench!" <<set $sympathyBar += -5>> <<set $TheGuide += 3>> [[The Guide looks at you.]]

Your face takes that of a twisted vestige, forgotten to all that gallop at the edges of mortality. "Shut up, all of you!" They quit their chanting and glare at you. "What was that, brat?" Your jaw sets. "You heard me. You listen to this devil; you burn my mother at the stake, forsaking her from the Eternal Couldren, for what? The fact that she turned down the Guides advances and hid her spell? You all disgust me!" One of the women marches over to you, staring deep into your soul. "You know better than to disrespect the Guide." She raises her hand. "Now, apologize and The Guide might be willing to forgive your infidelity!" <<set $stubornBar += 5>> <<set $TheGuide += -5>> [[Stand your ground.]] (WARNING!!! This route has mentions of suicide) [[Cower in fear.]]

You puff out your chest like a peacock showing its tail. "No." The woman shrieks back in disgust. "What do you mean, no!" Your glare intensifies as you meet her eyes. "I said I will not take back my words. The Guide killed my mother, burned her at the stake, and you want me to apologize? The complete and utter hypocrisy!" The woman's hand shoots to your face, knocking you to the ground. "If you speak that way about The Guide again-" She raises her boot, batting you in the face with it. "Then you'll end up just like that harlot you called mother." <<set $stubornBar += 3>> [[Tackle her.]] [[Keep your head down.]]

You shreek back in fear. "I-I'm sorry. I misspoke." She snarles at you. "You disgust me." She spits on your face. "Go, why don't you join you mother? Why don't you jump into the fire and join her in death?" <<set $loverBar += 5>> (WARNING!!! This route holds mentions of suicide!) [[Do what she says.]] [[Fight back.]]

Your eyes fill with red as you charge forward like a raging bull. "I said, SHUT UP!" The woman falls back, her eyes wide and confused. No words escape her mouth as you bat her temple with a closed fist, the urge to make them all shut up filling your being; staring into your crazed eyes with her shaken head, she takes a breath, before headbutting your nose. Your head rockets back as she grabs you by your four-year-old neck, choke slamming you into the ground. "You..." She takes a second while bashing your head on the floor. "Little." You feel your world spin. "Brat!" She lets off one more, good, slam as the world mingles together; you clench your teeth, watching as a couple of men drag your incapacitated form to the fire. They set you down, and you struggle against their sharp hold, almost like a flopping fish. When they lift your body up, getting ready to fling you into the burning blaze, a welling emotion fills your chest, fear clenches at your heart, and you let out a discombobulated scream. Right when you reach the peak of the swing, The Guide steps in. "Now, now, we've tormented the..." <<set $loverBar += -5>> <<set $TheGuide += -10>> <<choice "Boy Witch" "boy(he/him)">> <<choice "Girl Wtich" "girl(she/her)">> <<choice "Boop" "child(they/them)">> <<choice "Choose Gender Witch" "Choose your own pronouns">>

You lower your head, blood seeping down you chin. "Y-yes ma'am." She smiles a sadistic smile. "Good, why don't I show you what good pets earn..." <<set $stubornBar += -5>> <<set $TheGuide += 3>> [[She raises her boot again.]]

<<nobr>> <<set $gender to "boy">> <<set $pronouns_1 to "he">> <<set $pronouns_2 to "him">> <<set $pronouns_3 to "his">> young $gender long enough. I think $pronouns_1 just needs a little..." He bats his hand out, smacking you in the face. "Correcting." <</nobr>> [[Thank him]] [[Spit on his feet]] [[Stay quiet]]

You look him in the eyes. "Thank you guide. I'm sorry I've lashed out toward you; please, forgive my actions." He smiles. "Don't worry, my child, I'm here for all of my village. Now, why don't you head off to bed, you have a long day ahead of you." <<set $loverBar += 5>> <<set $TheGuide += 8>> <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Go to sleep.">>

You spit on his feet, yet you don't even get a word out as you're kicked into the fire, feeling the flames eat away at your skin. "I've done everything I could for you <<textbox "$name" "Rain">>, yet you've crossed the line. If you hold such great respect for your mother, why don't you join her." You feel the flames eat away at your soul as it burns you to a crisp. <<set $stubornBar += 5>> <<set $TheGuide to -100>> <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Join your mother in death">>

You watch him, not saying a single word; he takes a breath. "Well, I think it's time for you to head to bed. Remember the things I've done for you this day." <<set $stubornBar += -5>> <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Go to sleep."

<<nobr>> <<set $gender to "boy">> <<set $pronouns_1 to "she">> <<set $pronouns_2 to "her">> <<set $pronouns_3 to "hers">> young $gender long enough. I think $pronouns_1 just needs a little..." He bats his hand out, smacking you in the face. "Correcting." <</nobr>> [[Thank him]] [[Spit on his feet]] [[Stay quiet]]

<<nobr>> <<set $gender to "boy">> <<set $pronouns_1 to "they">> <<set $pronouns_2 to "them">> <<set $pronouns_3 to "theirs">> young $gender long enough. I think $pronouns_1 just needs a little..." He bats his hand out, smacking you in the face. "Correcting." <</nobr>> [[Thank him]] [[Spit on his feet]] [[Stay quiet]]

Pronoun 1: <<textbox "$pronouns_1" "He">> Pronoun 1: <<textbox "$pronouns_1" "He">> Pronoun 1: <<textbox "$pronouns_1" "He">> <<choice "boop" "Continue">>

He smiles a sinister grin that sends your heart fluttering with darkness. "I'm glad you're nothing like your... mother. She was a no-good, troublesome evildoer, what, wither her spreading her lies and all. If you ever have any questions, you can seek me out, my child; I shall look after you from this point on." he turns on his heels. "Magik says you hold a great future under me; don't make me regret my decision." He walks off, leaving you with that swirling pit you call a stomach. The chanting continues on as your mother continues to burn in front of your eyes. You chuckle, the pressure building within the core of your soul relents to the madness of it all, and you can't help but let out a dark, foreboding laugh that shakes the walls of Magik to its core. With the fire's wisps reflecting their dance in your eyes, the world feels like it's ready to come to a stop; it slows to a point where you begin thinking - thinking that you may just be a bug in this insignificant, cruel world that snarls at the hands that feed it. Knocking you out of your funk, a woman off to your side gives your shoulder a firm squeeze. "The Guide already said he'd take you in, but if you need anything just call for me. My name is Medea. What is yours, young one?" [[Say nothing.]] [[Give your name.]]

With eyes filled with a dull disinterest, you stare at her, saying nothing. Setting her jaw, she clicks her tongue. "You act a big game, but you might have just lost the only person actually on your side in this village." With nothing more to say, she walks away, leaving you to stare at her wavy, brown hair that reaches down to her ankles while the fire's glittering rays illuminate her shapely body. Her hair flutters in the wind as a few sparks from the increasingly hot fire nibble away at her retreating form. <<set $Medea += -4>> <<choice "EyeColor" "Continue.">>

You look at her. "My name is <<textbox "$name" "Rain">>" <<set $MedeaMet to true>> <<set $Medea += 5>> [[She looks at you.]]

She smiles. "Well, $name , it's nice to meet you. If you need anything, as I said, just seek me out." You watch as you gives you a captivating smile, once more, and leaves. [[go to bed]]

Your <<textbox "$eyeColor" "Silver">> eyes watch on in facination as the chanting begins to die down, and your fellow wickens retreat back to thier huts. It's like watching a flock of birds retreating back to their nest - messy, yet orginised. You peer into the fire until they all leave, watching in fixation as the flames turn to coles and then into echoed fragments of what once was. [[Head to bed.]] [[Stay and watch]]

tiredness seeps into your being as you turn away from the fire's call. Gently taking a step forward, you ignor the sight of the village you know all too well; that vibrant, green grass contrasting off the off-white huts. You make your way into your house, blocking yourself from the sweet sent that reminds you of your mother. Pushing into your room, you lock the door behind you. You breifly wonder why you'd do such a thing, however, that means nothing to you at the moment as your eyes fade into darkness. <<set $stubornBar += -5>> You flop onto the straw bed and <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Let the primevil forces swirl in your being.">>

Lethargy henges its way onto the outskirts of your soul; you can feel your eyes begin to droop. The fire watches you with bright, malice filled eyes - like it's watching its destroyer. Your gaze darkens in quietness; however, the fire refuses to let go of the clutch it has on your body. It scrapes and screams at the center of your being, begging you to get closer - to embrace it. <<set $stubornBar += 2>> [[Embrace the fire]] [[Walk away]]

Your foot moves without any imput; as you take a step towards the fire, it calls out your name: "<<textbox "$name" "Rain">>, see me my child. Show me who you are." You, slowly, creep in front of the brimstone-like being filled with wonder. Reaching a handout, your fingers brush against the flame; it fills you with ecstasy - sends pleasure-filled shivers down your spine. Your muscles relax, and you take another step into the fire. It nipps away your edges, swirling around you, yet you don't move away, no you embrace it. You let it consume your soul. <<set $attunment += 1>> <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Be reborn from the ashes">>

You turn away. What are you doing? Do you know nothing of the dangers of fire and ancient beings calling you to embrace them? You turn away and head to bed. The cold, fireless, freeze seeps into your bones. The night feels colder than it ever has, but you push it away, thinking nothing of it. You push open to your home. Ignoring everything, you lay onto your bed and <<choice "prologue(witch)" "embrace the artic chill that freezes your bones.">> <<set $stubornBar += -5>>

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young $gender long enough. I think $pronouns_1 just needs a little..." He bats his hand out, smacking you in the face. "Correcting." [[Stay quiet]] [[Thank him]] [[Spit on his feet]]

This is the end of the prologue for the werewolf storyline. I hope you have enjoyed it, and I'll do my best to keep pumping these out. I'll try to get a new chapter out every week, but I have no clue how that'll go. I'm still learning how to code in Twine, so if you see any error, please inform me, so I can fix it. Want to play another path? <<link "New Game" "Startup">> <</link>>

As the fire drains on, you find it about time to head to bed; you have quite a lot to do in the morning. The fire flairs on as your feet drag against the ground. You can almost hear the ground try to absorb you into its primal clutches. The whole village looks to be asleep as you walk back into its borders. The plain white houses stand defiant against the vibrant green grass. You are flooded with a mix of loathing and deep, everlong sorrow; with a sad smile, you come across your home - the home you shared with your loving mother. [[Let it out]] [[Stay stoic]]

Tears cascade down you cheeks like raging rivers as you finaly let out the sad despondency. Maybe one day you'll find a way to take your mother back to the Eternal Couldren, so her soul can be layed to rest; however that day isn't today. Your rain still falls as you push open the door to the, now dank, house and head toward your room. As you lay your head on the straw pillow, your waking body imediatly fades into unconciousness. <<set $loverBar += 5>> <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Fade into the abyss">>

You square your shoulders, preparing yourself for the assult of memories' onslot; closing your eyes, you look toward the sky. The nightly breeze shimmies off your face and fills your body with an insatinable fury. You open the door with shaking hands and a clenched jaw. The sent of your mother's lavinder perffume lofts throughout the air as you choke on the lump that forms in your throat. Heading to your room, you lay your head on the bed. <<set $stubornBar += 3>> <<choice "prologue(witch)" "Seep into primal, seething slumber.">>

You gulp. "A-alright..." <<remember $deaths += 1>> <<link "Death" "Race Selection">> <</link>>

You bit back. "N-no, I won't let you push me around!" She grabs you by the neck. "You dare look me in the eyes with that look?" She throws you to the ground. "Grab the kid, let them join their mother." You clench your teeth, watching as a couple of men drag your incapacitated form to the fire. They set you down, and you struggle against their sharp hold, almost like a flopping fish. When they lift your body up, getting ready to fling you into the burning blaze, a welling emotion fills your chest, fear clenches at your heart, and you let out a discombobulated scream. Right when you reach the peak of the swing, The Guide steps in. "Now, now, we've tormented the..." <<set $loverBar += -3>> <<set $TheGuide += -2>> <<choice "Boy Witch" "boy(he/him)">> <<choice "Girl Wtich" "girl(she/her)">> <<choice "Boop" "child(they/them)">> <<choice "Choose Gender Witch" "Choose your own pronouns">>

She kicks you in the chin before stomping on your hand. "This is what compliance leads to. Make sure you take notes about this kind of stuff." You leat out a groan as she raises her boot once more. Getting ready to push you back, she grinns madly. "I hold all this power over you, yet you've had the gall to try and speak back on multiple accounts?" With a dark laugh, she calls out to some of your village. "Grab the twirp; why don't we show them to their mother?" You let out a scream as a couple of men grab you by your shirt and prepar to throw you into the fire. The Guide chuckles. "Now, now, don't go throwing the child into the fire just yet. They have a lot that I must teach them, for they've been missguided by their mother's wicked ways." The kneels down towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder with a dark smile. "Now, I think the..." <<choice "Boy Witch" "boy(he/him)">> <<choice "Girl Wtich" "girl(she/her)">> <<choice "Boop" "child(they/them)">> <<choice "Choose Gender Witch" "Choose your own pronouns">>