Forgotten Lineage

Hagan finished his coffee and began to walk towards one of the TRU buildings.

The Trual Respoce Unit's job was to make sure that if an infected person died during the First Trial, the amalgamation of the person and the being who killed them during the First Trial is suppressed before any damage is done.

'Sure hope I don't have to fight any unsightly abominations'

The doors for the TRU slid open revealing a man sitting behind a counter with a glass pane fully separating him from the waiting area. He looked to be about in his mid thirties and had a full but trimmed and well kept beard. He had an air about him that told he was experienced and cool headed.

He noticed the young man who barely looked 14 enter the building and asked: "What brings you here boy?"

Hagan slightly glared and said: "I'm obviously about to enter the First Trial. Why else would I ever come here?"

"How old are you son? You barely look a day ever 14." Looking down at himself, Hagan sighed. He answered dejectedly, "17."

The officer, visibly surprised, apologized and directed Hagan toward a secure room in the back which consisted of a single bed that had smooth silk sheets and a single pillow. There's was a single light fixture handing from the ceiling and a one way pane of glass to watch whoever, or whatever, was in the room.

Hagan entered the room and behind him, the door latched shut. 'God. What am I getting myself into here?'

Reaching the bed, he got comfortable and closed his eyes.

"Good luck kid."

When he awoke he found himself in a frozen tundra. The ground frozen solid and covered in snow, trees draped with a white blanket, the sun not quite shining but still illuminating the world. Then it seemed as if time was rewinding, snow disappeared and reappearing, the sun and moon switching places irregularly fast, snowfall and rainfall coming down alike.

The Speakee broke the silence, resounding inside Hagans head. "Welcome to the First Trial … You hav received a Keepsake: [Metal Rod]"

Hagan stared in bewilderment at the letters glistening in front of him as he digested what he'd just heard.

"A… Metal… fucking… Rod"

"What am I supposed to do with that?"

Hagan decided to read its decriptiom to see if it was secretly an amazing weapon.

Class: Basic, tier 1

Type: Tool

'It's not even a weapon!?'

Description: A rod forged from metal.

Enchantments:

'Not a weapon, no enchantments, and it has no secret to even suggest it can be used for anything.'

Suddenly, Hagan heard a deep growl and then a terrifying roar from the forest. He'd heard stories about how terrifying the Trials could be but never had he ever taken them seriously. Until now.

He knew that just by how loud, low, and monstrous the sound was that this was a large beast that would certainly kill him with ease.

"…, you will receive a Class based on how you handle the challenges ahead."

'Does this damned Speaker not know my name?'

'Boom'

'Boom'

'Boom'

The creature was headed towards Hagan as he pondered how to survive the Trial, his glimmer of hope for surviving quickly diminishing.