Story Map:
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Path to Field: Images in text 
Path to Field: Incorporation of sound effect 
First Passage: (Start)background music 
Go Down Corridor: Timed Text
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**"It's time to wake up child,"** whispered an angleic voice in your ear, however you couldn't place who it belonged to.
[after 4 seconds]
Your eyes opened to unfarmiliar surroundings. Trees that dwarf your small frame loom over you, their branches blanketing the night sky.
[after 8 seconds]
Many of the pearl-colored stars are hidden, unlike back home, where the night sky can be for miles in every direction.
[after 12 seconds]
_Where am I? Who spoke to me?_
[after 18 seconds]
There is no one near you, and there are only the sounds of crickets and other insects. You aren't in your village. In fact, you have no idea where you are.
[after 28 seconds]
Fear slithers from the recesses of your mind. It whispers warnings of what happened to those who ran away from their masters. You hadn't meant to venture from your home, even though its cruel rulers often gave you the idea. Something told you, there were no masters here; their foreboding presence was absent.
[after 34 seconds]
Rising to your feet, you examine more of your surroundings as your eyes adjust fully to the darkness. You stood on a meager trail; it is old and partially overgrown. Only animals appear to use it now. Up ahead was a fork in the path—one towards an open field, the other towards a dark mountain in the distance. Which do you choose?
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* ~~[[Path to Field]]~~
* ~~[[Path to Mountain]]~~
* ~~[[Try and Go Back Home]]~~
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You decide to take the path to the field; perhaps you can get a clearer idea of where you are. A slight breeze blows through the trees, almost whispering, telling you to turn back.
[after 6 seconds]
Telling yourself that you're paranoid, you continue down the path. It goes down a hill and opens to a field, as you saw from the fork. However, what it holds was not something you expected.
[after 12 seconds]
From the path's split, you thought there was a multitude of rocks in the grass and bushes, yet the Moonlight showed the truth. Strewn across the field is a mass skeletal graveyard, discolored bones inside rusted and broken armor, next to weapons.
[after 18 seconds]
There are hundreds of people, if not thousands, spread across the plain. The thought of going through a field of dead sends ice into your veins. What do you do?
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* ~~[[Go Through Grave Field]]~~
* ~~[[Turn Back and Go Down the Path to the Mountain]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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Perhaps the mountain would help you get a higher vantage point to try and find your way back.
[after 7 seconds]
Your family would be worried, not just about you but also about the consequences of one of the master's workers going missing.
[after 14 seconds]
Continuing down the path, you notice the little night animals scurrying around, safe from the predators that hunted during the day.
[after 21 seconds]
As you get closer, you realize that the mountain is not a mountain. It's a massive ancient fortress. Its heavy walls stand over three hundred feet tall at the shortest parts, at the largest point, which appeared to be the entrance, the walls are close to 500 ft.
[after 30 seconds]
This fortress holds authority, it reminded you of the barracks your masters and their soldiers live in, yet this fortress is far more ancient.
[after 37 seconds]
Getting closer, you see how ravaged the walls are. There are holes larger than three grown men standing on each other shoulders in them. Yet the walls still stand unpenetrated.
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* ~~[[Go in]]~~
* ~~[[Explore Outside of Fortress]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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Your curiosity defeats your fear as you step out on to the field of bones and metal.
[after 5 seconds]
You weave around the bones and rusted weapons that still appear to be as sharp as the last day their owner used them. The skulls seem to peer at you from their resting places.
[after 12 seconds]
_What type of battle occurred for such a vast army to perish?_
[after 16 seconds]
They weren't ordinary workers of slaves like you and your family were.
With every skeleton lay a weapon and a full body of armor.
[after 20 seconds]
No slave or common person owned such things; to own armor would be seen as a threat to your master's rule and an insult to the Empress.
[after 25 seconds]
The moonlight strikes a breastplate, lifting the image of a symbol on the rusted metal.
[after 30 seconds]
You stop in your tracks.
[after 33 seconds]
Your grandmother had drawn that symbol numerous times in the dirt that made up the floor of your home. They were a myth. Your mother had told you thousands of times that they were nothing but a legend. A source of false hope.
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* ~~[[Experience Flashback]]~~
* ~~[[Dismiss the symbol]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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Even though the people have been dead for many years, you can't get yourself to walk through the field they took their last breaths on.
[after 10 seconds]
Hastily you turn back, the images of the skulls seemingly staring at you, pleading for something was almost too much to bear.
* ~~[[Path to Mountain]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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--
Walking through the entrance, you see more marks of battle on the doors and the inner walls.
Burn marks, cracks, collapsed parts of the wall with rubble strewn across the ground.
Your sandaled feet scrape against the floor, the only sound in this enormous structure. As you explore further, you find more skeletons.
_Why hadn't anyone buried them?.. Perhaps there was no one left to bury them?_
Beside you is a short sword in the death clutch of a forgotten warrior.
Do you take the sword to defend yourself, just in case? Or do you leave it to rest with its owner?
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* ~~[[Take short sword]]~~
* ~~[[Leave short sword]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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--
"Grandma! Grandma! Tell us a story! PLEASE!" you exclaim, jumping up and down. Your grandmother turns towards you, her long gray hair in a tight braid falling down her shoulder.
[after 5 seconds]
Her face was like the walls on your village home, cracked and worn from the sun. Although her face was worn, her eyes were bright, glinting with amusement.
[after 10 seconds]
"What story would you like to hear?" she asked, leaning down to your level.
[after 15 seconds]
"The warrior story! The warrior story!"
[after 20 seconds]
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* ~~[[Flash back part 2]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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You dismiss the symbol,it couldn't possibly be what you though it was.
[after 7 seconds]
They were a myth, just a bed time story your grandmother would tell you. Shaking your head at your own naivity you continue through the field.
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* ~~[[Continue through Field]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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You decide to explore the outside of the fortress.
[after 5 seconds]
It's easy to navigate, thanks to the clear sky and the moonlight that showered the land and fortress.
[after 10 seconds]
There don't appear to be many entrances besides the main one, where the gates are wide open.
[after 15 seconds]
Even though the world seems to be absent of human life, vines have scaled the walls and hang beautifully in the light.
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* ~~[[Go back to entrance]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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You look around you trying to find a landmark or place you regonized.
[after 5 seconds]
All you see is the forest and the enight sky filled with stars, nothing more.
[after 10 seconds]
The trail doesn't start where you found yourself, so you decide to find where it leads in the other dirction.
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* ~~[[Path to Field]]~~
* ~~[[Path to Mountain]]
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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--
You continue walking through the field, passing more and more bodies.
You see a structure in the distance and make your way towards it.
It's a small village, or at least what's left of one.
There are numerous bodies here, some huddled in fear, others hugging one another, some in their houses, others lying in the street.
The structures are burned and toppled, nothing but debris and the bare bones of buildings.
Tears prickle at your eyes, threatening to be released. These people died long ago, but the pain, fear, and sorrow had pervaded this area.
As you walked by one of the houses, you saw the owners of the house had tried to crawl to something.
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* ~~[[Enter house]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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--
You go back to the entrance.
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* ~~[[Go in]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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--
Your memory fades and you once again stand in the moonlite field.
[after 5 seconds]
_Could it be? Could this be where the guardians lived?_
* ~~[[Touch the breastplate]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
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* ~~[[Restart]]~~
* ~~{back link}~~
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You continue through the fortress and see a torn and singed sigil hanging above the entrance to a long dark corridor.
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* ~~[[Sit down and rest]]~~
* ~~[[Go down corridor]]~~
* ~~[[Experience Flashback]]~~
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You decide to go into the corridor to further explore the fortress.
[after 5 seconds]
_I need a light, a torch, something_
[after 10 seconds]
Yet while you're looking for something to use a torch, you move a little into the corridor. The movement triggers someting in the corridor, the symbols or what was left of them glow a brilliant gold color.
[after 30 seconds]
_Wow.._
[after 33 seconds]
With the glowing symbols lighting your way you walk down the corridor. Your pace is slow, as you gaze at the walls and ceiling with your mouth slightly agape.
[after 43 seconds]
After you walked a ways you reached a intersection with three other corridors.
[after 48 seconds]
The one directly infront of you shows an entrance to a large room.
[after 53 seconds
The corridor to your left is glowing, but it's barely bright enough for you to see a few feet ahead of you.
[after 53 seconds]
The one to you right has a set of stairs that lead deeper into thee fortress.
[after 68 seconds]
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* ~~[[Middle Corridor]]~~
* ~~[[Left Corridor]]~~
* ~~[[Right Corridor]]~~
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--
You decide to sit and rest for a while. You've walked over a couple of miles and the moon was high at this point.
[after 10 seconds]
_"Grrrr"_
[after 2 seconds]
You hold your stomach as it protests it's emptiness. As you lean against the wall, your eyes roam the walls. Symbols flowed across the stone, some were escratched out with llong jagged marks, others were covered in dirt and moss.
[after 15 seconds]
Once you fell rested enough, you stand brushing your clothes off. Are you ready to continue?
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* ~~[[Go down corridor]]~~
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* ~~[[Go down corridor]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]~~
* ~~[[Restart]]
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* ~~[[Start]]~~
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Walking down the middle corridor it opens to a large room, with table overlooked by a massive statue of a woman, arms out stretched.
[after 10 seconds]
The ceiling is far above you at least a couple hundred feet, even the statue doesn't reach the top.
[after 20 seconds]
She wears a long dress, with armor covering the top half of her body. she wears a helmet, long hair cascading down her shoulders.
[after 30 seeconds]
In her right hand she holds a sphere of white stone, in her left is a sphere of black stone.
[after 37 seconds]
The statue is cracked and some pieces of her armor are missing.
[after 43 seconds]
The table in the center of the room is fractured in places and the chairs are broken and scattered across the room.
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* ~~[[Examine the Table]]~~
* ~~[[Examine the Statue]]~~
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Walking toward the table the symbols come into view. The table is made of gray stone, with ornate etchings swirling around it.
You brush your fingers against the rough edges carfully. Yet you weren't careful enough, one of the jagged edges slice an opening in your hand.
"Ouch!"
*"Careful child,"*
You jump, looking around for the source of the voice, while clutching your finger.
*"Do not be afraid"*
"Who are you?"
*"I am Runa, diety of the guardian people"*
How do you respond?
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* ~~[["I don't believe you"]]~~
* ~~[["The guardian people?"]]~~
* ~~[["They're real?"]]~~
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* ~~[[Go into tunnel]]~~
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* ~~[[Go to Maze]]~~
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*"Yes, I created them,"*
"How?" you ask.
*"That is a story for another time,"*
How do you respond?
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* ~~[["What happened here?"]]~~
* ~~[["Is my grandmothers story true?"]]~~
* ~~[["If they're real, what happened to them?"]]~~
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"Alright, get your brother, and sit near the fireplace," You nod and run to get your younger brother, who shrieked in surprise before sitting down, barely able to stay still.
[after 25 seconds]
"Many years ago, long before you two were born, the world was a different place. It wasn't dark and barren like today. It was bright and noisy and filled with people,"
[after 35 seconds]
"How many people grandma?"
[after 38 seconds]
"Many, many people, more than a hundred of our villages,"
[after 41 seconds]
"Woah,"
[after 43 seconds]
"Sometimes these people fought amongst themselves, war would break out, but many times peace would be found once again. However, there was a far worse enemy,"
[after 47 seconds]
"Mother, you shouldn't be saying such things," said your mother while she cleaned the few dishes your family-owned. Her face was set grimly, graying hairs falling in her eyes.
[after 53 seconds]
"Hush, the children, want to hear a story," stated your grandmother, ignoring your mother's wishes.
[after 57 seconds]
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* ~~[[Flasback part 3]]~~
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"Now, where was I?.... Ah, yes. A far worse enemy loomed in the darkness, waiting to take over. Yet, hope remained for where there is an enemy, there is a hero too, heroes in fact,"
[after 15 seconds]
"Who were the heroes, grandma?"
[after 20 seconds]
"Guardians, ancient beings with the life purpose of defending mankind," she began to draw a symbol in the sand. The swooping motions of the symbol brought peace to your racing heart.
[after 35 seconds]
"What were they like?" asked your brother, sucking on his finger.
[after 40 seconds]
"They were strong and merciful. They gave us free will while defending us from our oppressors.."
[after 50 seconds]
"Do they still exist?"
[after 55 seconds]
Your grandmother leaned forward and smiled.
[after 60 seconds]
"Not many remember they existed. Many believe they're just a myth. What do you think, little one?"
[after 70 seconds]
"I..." you gaze at the symbol in the sand.
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* ~~[["I think they exist,"]]~~
* ~~[["I think they're a myth"]]~~
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"I think they exist,"
"Enough!" yelled your mother as she brushed her foot through the dirt, making the symbol disappear. This led to an argument between your mother and grandmother, their voices bringing you back to the present moment.
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* ~~[[Exit Flashback - To Field]]~~
* ~~[[Exit Flashback - To corridor]]~~
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* ~~[[Exit Flashback - To Field]]~~
* ~~[[Exit Flashback - To corridor]]~~
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* ~~[[Enter Maze]]~~
* ~~[[Take a right]]~~
* ~~[[Take a left]]~~
* ~~[[Go straight]]~~
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* ~~[[Run left]]~~
* ~~[[Hide]]~~
* ~~[[Run right]]~~
* ~~[[Go Right]]~~
* ~~[[Go to the right]]~~
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* ~~[[Sprint Left]]~~
* ~~[[Sprint Right]]~~
* ~~[[Sprint Straight]]~~
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* ~~[[Enter room]]~~
* ~~[[Run by]]~~
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Double-click this passage to edit it.Feedback: My partner was Chloe and she said that she liked the concept and images of my story. But she suggested that I try to fix the timing of my text, which is something I do need to work on. I read pretty quickly, especially when I know what I wrote. So I do need to figure out how other people read a.k.a. what pace is too fast or slow for the players.