Interactive Fiction Stories - 1

You are Gregory, a wizard living in the kingdom of Larion. You have a staff and a spellbook. You arrive at the ruin after a long journey. You've come here in search of the book of essence, a powerful mystical spellbook. You look around and see that this place is very old. The ground here has crumbled away to reveal an ancient underground river bed, which runs through this area. There are also many stone steps leading up to a large circular structure made of black stone, with several openings on all sides. It looks like it could be part of some sort of temple or shrine, but there are no signs of any worshippers here.

You walk over to one of the opening on the side and peer inside. Inside is a small room with a table, chairs and bookshelves, as well as several strange glowing orbs hanging from the ceiling. They're not fireflies, they're more like balls of light that seem to follow your every movement. You can't help but stare at them, wondering what these orbs are, where they came from and why they follow you. You are startled to hear a voice calling your name.

"Hello my child, do you know where your mother is?" The orb lights up as if someone were speaking to it, before going back to normal. You turn around to see the figure standing in front of you, dressed in a long white robe. It's face seems very stern, almost angry. "Where is she?" you ask, trying to keep calm. The figure looks down at you for a moment, before answering,

"Your mother was taken by Dendrin's shadows when she tried to protect you."

"What?!" You exclaim.

"Yes, I know what happened," he says calmly. "I witnessed her death." You give him one more look before turning away and shaking your head. "No... No..."

You look back up at him, but this time with an expression of sadness on your face. "She died solely because you were weak. She would have protected you anyway, if she could."

He smiles at your reaction. "But because she couldn't, she committed suicide. I'm sure that's why you're here now."

"What do you mean?"

"She was my sister," he replies simply. "And you are her son."

"You don't know..." you say quietly.

"Of course I do," he says simply. "And that makes me very happy."

He leads you to the door of his house. As he opens it up, the sunlight hits you in the face.

The sun is shining down on your naked body as it shines through the window. You feel a sense of warmth and comfort from it. It feels so good to be in this warm environment again, even if it is just for a little while.

"Come inside," he says.

As you walk into the house, the smell of smoke fills the air. A fire burns in the fireplace and there is a large log sitting next to it.

"Is everything okay ?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine," John replies. "I was just thinking about how much better things are now that we have our own place."

You look around the room and see several pieces of furniture. There is even a loveseat in one corner of the room.

"My family has owned this property for generations," John adds. "That's where my father grew up and met my mother."