Episode 1

EPISODE 1: PROLOGUE

Riverdale High, a prestigious academy nestled in the heart of the town, was a place where kids were transformed into their best versions. The school's imposing structure was a blend of modern and ancient architecture, with sprawling gardens and mysterious statues that seemed to hold secrets of their own. My parents, John and Rita, were among the founding members of this esteemed institution, and their legacy destined me to follow in their footsteps.

As I stepped through the grand entrance, flanked by two large crows guiding the brass gates, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Excitement and nervousness wrestled for dominance, while a hint of fear lingered in the shadows. I had heard whispers about Riverdale's secrets, but I never imagined I'd be a part of this world.

The academy's history was steeped in tradition, with each generation crowning a protector of the three realms - a tribid with the resilience to absorb any challenge. My parents' expectations were clear: I was to learn the ways of becoming a tribid, a destiny I never asked for but couldn't escape. The weight of the world rested on my shoulders, and I was only eighteen.

My mission was to master the art of being a tribid within six months, before the prophecy unfolded - a prophecy shrouded in mystery, but instilled in me a deep sense of foreboding. I had always felt like an outsider, someone who didn't quite fit in. But now, I was about to embark on a journey that would change my life forever.

My combat training began with a demonstration in front of my classmates. I executed the first move with precision, earning a nod of approval from our instructor, Freya. The second move was just as flawless, but as I prepared for the final technique, a sudden, searing pain shot through my head, leaving me crumpled on the ground.

"Ahh!" I cried out, my vision blurring. My classmates retreated, their faces etched with concern. "Freya, what happened?" Mrs. Nora asked, her voice laced with worry. Principal Veronica was summoned, and I was carried to the nurse's office, where Miss Jocelyn administered a sedative to calm my racing heart and soothe the pain.

As I lay on the bed, I felt the familiar urge to lash out, a sensation that accompanied these strange episodes. "Child, you scared us!" Miss Jocelyn exclaimed, relief washing over her face as I regained my composure. I removed the needles from my arms, my mind foggy. "I'm sorry...I don't know why this happens." Miss Jocelyn's expression turned thoughtful. "We'll find a solution, Freya. These panic attacks must be addressed."

As I returned to my dorm, Anna, my roommate, greeted me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Damn, Freya! I didn't think you'd kill someone today, just like last time..." Mrs. Joycelyn's knowing glance and Anna's teasing remark only added to my frustration. I knew these episodes were beyond my control, but the fear of losing myself to them lingered.

That night, as I lay in bed, I felt Anna's absence, knowing she had snuck out to a party. The darkness seemed to close in around me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, haunting me.

The next morning, Anna woke up late, her excuses and apologies a familiar routine. We rushed to the assembly, where Principal Veronica awaited us with an enigmatic smile. "Today, we gather for a special announcement," she began, her eyes scanning the room. "The council has chosen the next tribid, and the journey begins now." My heart raced as I wondered if I was ready for this destiny, and if the prophecy would soon unfold.

As the principal's words hung in the air, a strange sensation washed over me, like a whisper in my ear. "You're not ready, Freya. You'll never be ready." I spun around, but no one was there. The voice seemed to come from within, echoing my deepest fears.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that I was not alone in this journey. There were forces at play that I couldn't understand, forces that threatened to destroy everything I held dear. I knew then that I had to uncover the truth behind the prophecy and the strange occurrences at Riverdale High. My life depended on it.

With a deep breath, I stepped forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Little did I know that my decision would change the course of my life forever.

As I stepped forward, a surge of energy pulsed through me. The room seemed to fade away, and I found myself standing in a dark, mystical forest. The trees loomed above me, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. A faint glow emanated from the ground, illuminating a path ahead.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and imposing, with eyes that burned like embers. "Welcome, Freya," they said in a low, raspy voice. "I have been waiting for you."

My heart raced as the figure drew closer. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I am the guardian of the prophecy," they replied, their eyes glinting with an otherworldly intensity. "And you, Freya, are the chosen one."

I shook my head, feeling a sense of disbelief. "What prophecy? What are you talking about?"

The guardian sighed, their expression solemn. "The prophecy of the three realms. It is an ancient text, foretelling the coming of a great tribid, one who will unite the realms and bring peace to the land."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "And you think I'm the one?"

The guardian nodded. "Yes, Freya. You have the mark of the tribid within you. The power to absorb and control the energies of the three realms."

I looked down at my hands, feeling a strange energy coursing through my veins. It was true – I had always felt like there was something different about me, something I couldn't quite explain.

The guardian's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. "You must embrace your destiny, Freya. The fate of the three realms depends on it."

And with that, the vision faded, leaving me standing in the assembly hall, feeling like my world had been turned upside down.