Chapter 1:
The misty jungle air was thick and humid. Large and horrifying mosquitoes flew across the bayou. The magical city of Kurast has its stronghold in the depths of the dark jungle.
"You now speak to Ormus." – Ormus said.
"That's what you always say father! I need guidance. I need to find the flayers' nest." – the Amazon said.
The Amazon's name was Trix Conda. She was born in a small Amazon camp near the river of Palua.
When Diablo – the lord of terror – once again had risen, hideous and diabolical creatures had invaded the free world. The world had been covered in darkness once again. The sun was covered in blood and the jungle, which always had been green and pleasant to walk through, was now a dark path where monsters lured behind every tree. In the waters of the Paluariver, dead bodies floated and poisoned the water. Water supplies were short and there needed to be a resolution fast. Trix knew that, and she felt that she needed to help her people. Trix considered all citizens of Kurast to be her people. They had stood up for her, so she was there for them when they needed it. And now they all needed help. Unfortunately did the end of this tragedy seem to be far away.
When Trix was only five years old, Diablo's minions had swamped the woods and burnt down her village to the ground. Her whole family had died that night, and since that day Trix had sworn to take revenge against Diablo and his brothers. She was found by the wizard Ormus, who had become a father and a mentor for her. She thought of him as her best friend. She knew that he would always defend her.
As a young and an already powerful Amazon, Trix had learned the skill of the spear. With the spear in her hand, she was dangerous and fearless. She could smell monsters miles away, and she was not afraid to let her hands be covered with blood. In fact she was called "Bloody Trix of Vengeance".
Trix was a true warrior, and one day she would face the three. Ormus had foreseen this, and he was never wrong.
Besides being a fierce warrior, Trix was also a very beautiful woman. Her skin was soft and had a glance of olive to it. Her eyes were green and as seductive as a snake, trying to hypnotize its prey. She had long dark brown hair and her body was strong. Trix was indeed a great Amazon.
Now she was on her way to the Flayers' nest.
A scout had informed at the last council-meeting that the Flayer-king had the map of Mular in his possession. The map was a legendary artefact. It was said that the map of Mular lead to the temple of Amber. It was in this temple that evil dwelled. It was Diablo's and his brother's birthplace. The father of evil, Natas, lived in that temple. If Trix could get to Natas, she could end this siege forever. Time was short and she needed to get going. But just as she was leaving the docks, Hratli stopped her. Hratli was a powerful sorcerer, who had a very strong intuition. He could remember the peaceful days, when good dwelled in the forests. And every night he wished for the powers of the heavens to embrace the people of Kurast.
"You can't face this one alone. You will need a companion" – Hratli said.
"And which one in this camp do you think will dare to follow me?" – Trix asked.
"There is a man, a mystical man, who might be of help to your quest" – Hratli said.
"Who is this man you speak of?" – Trix asked.
"His name is Unaca, and he is a powerful necromancer" – Hratli said.
"A necromancer? Over my dead body!" Trix shouted.
"Give him a chance Trix! He has the same inspiration to destroy the three as you do. You two have a lot in common." – Hratli said.
Trix didn't like the situation at all, and suddenly a pale man came walking behind Hratli.
"Hello, my name is Unaca, and you are Trix I guess?" Unaca asked.
"Yes, that's me. Come on let's go. We don't have time to stay here and gossip" Trix said.
"She is indeed feisty as you said, Hratli" – Unaca said.
"You haven't seen nothing yet" – Hratli said with a bitter tone.