Jose was just a normal wandering trader. One day he woke up, Ate his cereal, Wore his clothes on, got his llamas and left home. He started walking, and walking, and walking. He walked for hours but he got nowhere. He looked at the trees, they weren't the ones he knew about. He just thought he used a Different path, Leading him to open his map. Jose stuck his hand into his backpack, searched for a few seconds, Got up, Looked at his backpack once more. He decided to walk the path back. He started walking back the same path to find the same Heroes and builders to trade with. He knew some stuff about trading, But he still was new. Being on the 4'th week and already getting lost ? His master Louis wouldn't like that. Louis was a master Merchant that everyone in the Country respected. That was a joke for Jose because By the time he became a Wandering Trader all of the Country's were destroyed by an Apocalypse, Many wars, Experiments gone wrong and more. Only some Big cities could survive it. Making many people Start Cults, Rebellions, Factions, Councils and Armys. If they kept believing in Random People claiming they were some Intergalactic Legions making order out of chaos, Jose would have died from starvation already.

With enough thought on his mind he packed his backpack once more, Started eating an Apple while walking through the Forest. The trees were still the same old Spruce trees. He understood they were at least 900 years old from their patters and their colors. He looked in the distance. There was a Woodland mansion. He had heard about the story of an illager that promoted to the Arch, Holding the Artifact with immense Power. He knew if he got spotted by anyone his story would end on the 4'th week. And then he remembered getting lost on the 2'nd week aswell. But his master could save him back then. He didn't know where is master was now. The last time he saw him was on week 3. He realised a pattern. Every new week is great but every Thursday something really bad would happen. He thought about what happened on week 1. But he couldn't remember anything. It's like his memory was wiped.

But he had no time to think about it. He was lost with no way to get back. He looked at one of the trees, There was a mark on it. A map. He never saw it before. But he remembered something. He searched his backpack again. He realised there wasn't a map in his backpack. So he remembered himself searching his backpack at the beginning of his journey. He pulled his backpack up to himself. He continued walking.

He looked at his llamas. Or the Llama now. He couldn't see the other one. Atleast Beckham was still there. His Favorite Llama was still here. Still Walking Through the Forest, He couldn't see a lot now. There was fog. He knew he would get lost in no time with this amount of fog. He was scared. He didn't trust the number 4. And he WAS on week 4. He looked at the trees again. He was rounded by 4 trees with 4 claw marks... But that didn't match with any animals or monsters he knew. He opened his Monstery Book. The book that had every original Monster from his world. There was a book. He opened it to find the monsters list. This made it easier to Find what he wanted. CLAWS. It was the section that listed the monsters by their claws. Big Claws, Small claws, Long Claws, 1 Claw, 2 Claws, And Last but not least 4 Claws. The Text was red, Which he didn't remember making. He opened the page just to see Blood on it. He closed it as fast as he could.

He continued walking no matter what. He looked back, Beckham was gone aswell. He was truely lost. He looked in the distance. Nothing... He saw a shadowy figure... He had glowing eyes... The Figure came towards him... Made a strange noise that sounded like a whisper... Almost as if he was saying "Don't look back"... Which way was back ? He couldn't understand because the figure dissapeared... He looked on the tree and saw some weird language... For a second it flashed red... He heard another whisper... It said "One... Of... Us..."...




To be continued