The sun''s first rays painted the sky with vibrant hues, a bird soared through the dawn breeze. The land was dry but complimented the sparkling waters of the shore.


    But on that day, the shores dry land were stained by the smell of reeking corpses and its pool of leaking blood. Perhaps those corpses were a cumulation of battles from previous dates in time. Regardless time moves on and now they''re simply a thing of the past.


    At the apex of a hill that stood before shore was a man with long straight brown hair and appeared to be somewhere around six feet, with a dirty brown hooded cape. He had a rusted crown on his head. It looked to be made of something cheap, like a crown crafted straight from a swordsmith if that was even possible. His gaze met the shore before him, and despite the horrific scenery he couldn''t help but look into the sea mesmerized.


    Beside him was a boy, he stood around 5 feet 6 inches tall, had Dark Brown hair, and wore a white Viking-styled long-sleeve shirt with dirty brown pants. He wore a cape, it was ragged, with an ominous blue, and brown bear symbol on the back of it. His gaze was crystal-like the sparkling water of the sea. The hooded man was Bjorn and the boy beside him was his brother Bo.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    5 other people were behind these two. They too were caught up by the sea. Despite the bloody atmosphere, the brothers and the 5 other members only recognized the beauty of such a large body of water.


    With his hand held high, and a tear running down his face, Bjorn had announced,


    " At last, we have made it... Away from this wretched land and to the real world..."


    A mesmerized face of optimism and an awestruck Bo.


    241 years ago the world speculated this group''s mighty Tribe had been wiped out of the face of the planet, and vanished into a dead man''s land known as the Outlands.


    However, with these waters that stand before them, the drought of dead dreams has been washed away into a memory of the past. The waters had inspired a single thought for this group...


    Revival.


    The Ursus Tribe is back...