Life was perfect in the valley.....Your father , skarn had made a quant little sanctuary for you besides the lake. It was safe and secure and it had been ever since you coukld remember.
Here your father raised you, trained you in the powers of psionic kinesis, raised you with one singular purpose....To take that damnable iron mask to the boy that was meant to use it.
The memories fade, and you are jarred into reality.
Standing besides the fire is a massive, mettalic mantis beast. It holds your father by the gut in the air, hissing and clicking in a language you dont understamd.
"avalon.."
The old man grunts, his eyes glowing with the effort it takes to keep the beasts pistoned arms in place using his power.
"take the mask and go..."
there is a sickening sound of flesh being skliced as you see the beasts razor sharp bladers push deeper into your fathers gut, sending blood down ots arms in a cascade.