Hey guys, Trobolt here.

After much time away from this place, I've decided I came back and with a present too. MY very own Fanfic. It's recently been written and I would really love from constructive criticism. The story is based on Artifice's Spiral Knight universe, but Spiralians look like as they should and arent actual humans.

The story actually originated from a drawing of a Kat based armor that I've yet to show you guys. As time went on, my mind wonder and I accidentally stumbled upon plots for a story. And so, here it is;

It was a storming night. Thunderbolt and lightning. Very frightening me. Rain fell relentlessly as I was banging onto the Isora forsaken tiles when He called out to me.
“My son, return to me. My son”

Chapter 1
What it meant
My name is Trobolta, a young man within his 20s, and I wasn’t like much an ordinary knight. I was driven to insanity once and back after the loss of my family from accident to accident. But I got over it. I work under the Spiralian Archives, a glorified library, if you’d ask me. Full of ancient Spiral Knight secrets, ancient musty old tomes of lore and legend. I didn’t really cared much about it. But I always had a fascination about moons. Natural satellites that orbits a centre of gravity. Or in this case, Cradle and it’s moon. The moon was told once that is was much like Isora herself. Large, looks over you and judges your every move as you stood under her. But unlike Isora, the moon moves away or at least becomes unseen once the sunlight moved in. Well …. Maybe it is much like Isora that way but that’s not the point.

The Cradle Moon had intrigued me for years and years to come. I felt like that there’s this connection between me and it. I just haven’t figured it out yet. It was another fine afternoon in Haven. I moved here years ago from my slum of a hometown, Agaroc after I was subjected into the Spiralian Order for my outstanding achievements. Or so, I was told. That gunman never really told me what he said to the officials about my work there. I wasn’t really a heroic guy per say, but rather I helped that gunman with his unfinished business. Haven is much more peaceful than that vermin infested town of mine. But as peaceful as it gets, I’m always forced down into the depths of Cradle for archaeological work. Something about those eggheads back at HQ wants to study and analyse. But this expedition, was probably going to be my greatest.

It was but a regular expedition down towards an Owelite library, usually called Keeps. While it won’t sound much like a job for an armed and trained librarian myself, Owelite Keeps are not to be underestimated. The Keep is infested with Kats, feline ghosts that refuses to leave the mortal world. What’s worse is that the Keeps always has a special type of Kats, the Grimalkin. Hideous beings that forms from dark ecto sludge that you would often trudge in the Keeps. Keep in mind that they have no weaknesses whatsoever and they could pass through and fly over anything. They only bite a shield piercing strike once before melting back into that dark ooze. The only way to keep them away is by the light of an Owelite Candle, but be warned, candles that are lit orange flames will die out, and the Grimalkin will once again, rise.

I’ve packed my supplies at my home, a flat located at a square up a hill in a part of Haven. The Square ironically have a circular middle, a mosaic of tiles that were arranged to look like the moon. The tiles were also electronically activated in the night and can tell the phases of the moon as it travelled overhead. I wonder why I moved here. Anyways, I took a good look at the clock, 3PM. I checked my inventory once again to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. My Fireburst Brandish and Firetech Alchemer Mk2.If there’s anything that’ll make the dead go away faster, it’s Elemental weapons. Though these weapons scare me a little. See, when me and my brother were kids, our late childhood caretaker, Ms Rogna, told us that our parents died in a fire, along with our house. It was hard for me to accept it then and it’s still hard for me to accept it now. But what better way to avenge your losses with conquering what we fear?

I picked up my bag and left in my standard issue mighty cobalt armour. Not the best and not the crappiest series, but it works. I walked down and out of my house, down the square and to the arcade. From there, I called an elevator to new coordinates towards the haunted library. It was peculiar, I haven’t seen these coordinates before. Even more confusing is that these coordinates didn’t exist. I kept all records of everything in check and I was very sure that Bio Sphere 7 on floor 13 never existed before. Must’ve been newly constructed. The elevator arrived and I stepped on it, ordering for the quick trip down with a simple press of a button. And like that, an explosive mist of energy bursts from the containment unit sewn into my armour and was absorbed into the elevator as a fee. With a jerk and a little bit of hesitation, the elevator went down into the unknown.

The elevator hummed loudly as the coil under it spun towards the bottom. And with a jerk, the elevator stopped at my intended destination. Blasted things needs oiling. The “lobby” was protected by two blue fire lit candles, made of special wax and wick that burned forever. I check for my weapons, armour and shield before I walk about of the force field that protected the lobby from sudden monster attacks. I walked out of the lobby, with my Alchemer in hand. I wasn’t much of a swordsman but I do have a great shot. Kats materialized in front of me, I unload my clip into them and they spontaneously combust and wither away as they attempted a charge towards me. They turned into ashes before they even got close.

I continued my expeditions, hoping to find the wall of shelves I’m looking for. But once I got to the main hall, I saw something at the end of it. It seemed like a large chained chest …. I heard meows of the undead. Quickly, I turned around and see the giant badmutha itself, the Grimalking, looming over me behind my back. “Aw crap,”

I quickly dodged it before it landed it’s impervious teeth into me like roasted snipe with a consistency of butter. The being melted into the floor soon after. But then, the rows of candles burst alive and other Kats begin to emerge after that bastard’s meows woke them up. I had to make a run for it. I dashed through the library, dodging their blasts and bites as I made my way through. I turned around to take some shots at them. Some of them exploded into flames and died again subsequently. As I ran and shot, I read the labels on the rows of shelves I ran past by. The book I’m looking wasn’t even on the shelves. It was on the pedestal at the end of the main hall, overlooking the centre piece, the chest.

There was too many of them. I flipped a table and took consecutive shots at the incoming ghosts. Two over there, three here and a large group at the back. Luckily, Alchemer energy shots divide upon enemy contact so that the fun can be shared for the whole family. Eventually they fell and I was soon free to roam the overly large floating library in the sphere. I took a gander at the book and back at the odd looking chest. Something about those two are giving off an evil vibe.

I shrugged. I wasn’t to believe in superstition, but there’s just something about that book and chest disturbs me. I climbed up the stage and look onto the book upon the pedestal. It’s a dark black tome with patterns engraved into it too dark for me to make out what they look like. The text writing in silver on the cover is in an ancient language from Cradle that doesn’t make sense in today’s world. Hell, it’s gibberish even to me, the guy who studied this ancient language. I touched the book and suddenly, a jolt. Dark visions dug into my head, crawling in every corner of my mind. The mindscape I saw is the destruction of Haven, everything, covered in ecto-goo. Dark ooze that made the Grimalkin possible to exist.

In the visions, I was instantly teleported to the main Haven Square with the auction house. Everyone and everywhere I see is infected with it. Dark ooze melted off of them, their appearance have a sorts of kats imbedded in the goo, their kat heads peering out from any exposed ooze on their victims. But in the midst of confusion, I failed to realised they have surrounded me, coming for me like dust zombies. I tried to escape but they got a hold on me. Their grip tight and they soon begin to bite on me. Ooze bled from their venomous teeth and onto and into me. I screamed in pain and terror. Everything’s turning dark. So dark. But then an explosion of light burnt them away. Burnt the ecto slime away off of me. It was the moon. The light of the moon saved me. It whispered, “Go now, I’ll be waiting,”

I woke up in the infirmary. Strapped onto the bed like an animal. I breathed heavily. Trying to get my bearings straight again. What happened? What was that? How did I get here and why did the moon helped me? I yelled for a medical staff to come to let me go of my constraints. A young girl came in her medical armour and looked over me. Peering into my eyes and back. I noticed something. She was shaking. She was scared of something, her stance even said that. The nurse looked terrified, to say the least. I spoke “What … happened to me?”