The Vulture was the first thing Clancy could see. It was perched on the green mountain top, it's elegant black feathers shining in the sun. He sat up and looked around; his red backpack lay beside him, and he was wearing his black and white striped shirt, darkened by the dust and mud he had laid in. As he looked around he tried to figure out how he got there, but his mind was blank. All he could remember was a deep voice which said "Time to wake up," moments before he had done just that. His clothes were wet and muddy, and he seemed to be lying in the middle of a mountainous valley. Clancy took a deep breath and attempted to stand up. His legs shook, but he managed it. His body ached and cried out, longing for rest, and blood was dripping from his forehead. He knew he needed to find help, but where?
The mountains seemed to go on forever. After a few hours of walking, Clancy still couldn't escape the green valley. The sun was beginning to set, and all he had with him was his backpack, containing only a red beanie hat, white sunglasses and a beautiful wooden ukulele. Feeling defeated and hopeless, he sat down on a tall rock beside a lake. The noise of the flowing stream distracted his mind from the loneliness he felt, but only temporarily. For Clancy, being left alone with his thoughts was a dangerous thing. They consumed every drop of happiness he experienced, twisting them into things he didn't want to think. It was like these thoughts were controlled by something or someone else, something that existed in the darkness of his mind.
He was so deep in this gloomy thought spiral that he almost didn't hear the heavy trotting of hooves on the rocky ground. The sound brought him back to reality, and he began to walk towards the thudding. A beautifully elegant white horse appeared round the corner, being rode by a mysterious figure in a long, silky red cloak. As the horse approached Clancy it slowed to a halt. The cloaked figure, a man of about 40 years old, stepped off the colt, his red outfit blowing in the wind, and stood facing Clancy. A white veil hid his face, but the man's voice was deep and full, and he spoke but three words that day:
"Welcome to Trench"