Prologue:
Golden skies signal the dawn of a new day, a city rises, new chances and opportunities are born. Inkopolis wakes from it's nightly slumber, it's denizens going about their daily matters not knowing of the miracle they will soon witness. Waves gently brush up against the concrete walls of Inkopolis, and deep below them, a prophet waits in eternal slumber, his own worshipers unbeknownst of his very existence. In the deep he waits, as he has for many centuries now, endlessly peering into the warm golden blanket above, concealed from the passage of time. Unknown to him, he will rise, and those above will know his name.
All Shall rally to the call of the last Shepard.
"Dive team are you in range of the relic?"
"Yep, don't worry Cap'n, we'll pull this off, no problem."
"I hope so. You bunch have me worried sick down there."
"We have respawn beacons and the dive suits Cap'n. We'll be fine"
"I know, I just… I have bad memories from the great turf war thanks to water."
"...Sorry for bringing it up then, Cap'n."
"Oh no, don't worry about me, you squiddos just keep your focus down there."
"Understood Cap'n."
Author's Note: Well, the beginning of both a exciting new adventure and my very first story on this site! Tell me what you all think and give me recommendations if you have any. Thanks for reading and I'll be seeing you all in a little bit with
Chapter 1: "The Last Shepard"