Awakening
Mormont Keep stood resolute against the harsh winds of the North. Nestled on the rugged Bear Island, it was a fortress built to withstand both time and tide. Inside its sturdy walls, a young boy Maximus Mormont stirred from his slumber, his mind tangled in a web of unfamiliar memories and dreams.
The boy's name was Maximus Mormont, the firstborn of Jorah Mormont and his late wife, who had tragically died during childbirth. Maximus had lived a quiet life on Bear Island, his days filled with training and learning, preparing for a future he could never have imagined.
Maximus opened his eyes to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains of his room. The stone walls, the smell of the sea, the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks—all familiar yet tinged with an unsettling sense of newness. He remembered a different life, one filled with technology and games, a life that ended abruptly in flames and chaos.
...….
In Maximus's mind, he found himself in a room unlike any he had ever seen. Stars twinkled above, and a pristine white floor stretched endlessly. Before him stood a figure, initially a glitching silhouette, its form shifting like sand in the wind flickering between forms. Maximus squinted, trying to make sense of the shifting image.
"Welcome," the figure drawled, its voice dripping with arrogance. "I am ROB, your guide in this little adventure."
As the figure spoke, it stabilized, revealing a towering form clad in dark armor, resembling Thanos, the Eternal Titan on his throne. Maximus felt a shiver of awe and fear run down his spine.
Maximus's brow furrowed. "Adventure? More like a nightmare," he muttered under his breath.
ROB's eyes glinted with amusement. "Ah, a bit of a skeptic, are we? Well, buckle up, Maximus, because things are about to get interesting."
Maximus's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to comprehend his surroundings. "Is this real?" he wondered, his mind spinning with disbelief.
ROB waved a dismissive hand. "Real enough for our purposes. You, my dear boy, met an untimely demise in your previous world. A gas explosion in the apartment next to yours. The residents had forgotten to turn off their stove before leaving, and you were the only victim. If my memory serves correctly. Tragic, really." (with a smirk)
Maximus's stomach churned as memories of flames and chaos flooded his mind. "Why me?" he whispered, his voice tinged with bitterness.
Maximus's memories flashed back to his last moments in his old world. He had been checking his Warframe account, a game he hadn't played in a while, when the explosion happened. One moment he was admiring his collection of Warframes, and the next, he was enveloped in flames and darkness.
ROB shrugged, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, nothing personal, Maximus. I simply needed a pawn for my little game, and you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Maximus's fists clenched at his sides, fury bubbling beneath the surface. "So, what now? Am I supposed to play along with whatever twisted scheme you've cooked up?"
ROB chuckled, the sound grating on Maximus's nerves. "Oh, you catch on quickly, don't you? Your fate is in my hands now, Maximus. But don't worry, I'll make it interesting for you."
As a massive wheel materialized before them, Maximus's gaze narrowed with suspicion. "And what's this supposed to be?"
ROB grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Why, it's your ticket to a new life, of course. Spin the wheel, Maximus, and let's see where fate takes you."
Maximus hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at his insides. But with a deep breath, he reached out and gave the wheel a decisive spin, his heart racing as the wheel began to slow.
The wheel full of game names spun, and Maximus held his breath, hoping for a game like Elden Ring that promised immense power. The wheel slowed, and for a brief moment, it seemed to land on Elden Ring, but then it ticked over to Warframe sealing Maximus's destiny.
"Warframe it is," ROB declared, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now, for the world you will inhabit."
With a sigh of resignation, Maximus turned to face ROB, his jaw set in determination. "Fine," he muttered, his voice laced with defiance. "Let's get this over with."
ROB chuckled darkly, his form flickering with amusement. "Oh, don't worry, Maximus. The fun is only just beginning."
ROB displayed Maximus's Warframe account, showcasing the many powerful frames he possessed. Maximus had to choose wisely, for he could only bring two frames and their weapons.
"I choose Wukong and Lavos," Maximus said, recalling their versatility and power.
ROB nodded. "Wise choices. Now, choose your weapons you get 5."
Maximus selected Bubonico, Tetra Cycron, Pangolin Prime, Plague Star, and Nataruk, all weapons known for their ammo efficiency and power. He felt a sense of familiarity and strength as he made his selections.
Maximus's mind buzzed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as he surveyed his chosen Warframes and weapons. "Alright," he muttered to himself, trying to push aside the lingering doubts. "If I'm going to survive in this strange new world, I'll need to make the most of what I have."
ROB observed Maximus with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Feeling confident, are we?" he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Maximus shot ROB a scowl, his jaw clenched with frustration. "As confident as I can be, considering the circumstances," he retorted, his tone laced with defiance.
ROB chuckled, unfazed by Maximus's glare. "Ah, a spunky one, aren't you? Well, let's see if that fire of yours can withstand the challenges ahead."
With a wave of his hand, ROB conjured a shimmering portal before them, its swirling depths beckoning Maximus forward. "Step through, Maximus," ROB urged, his tone tinged with anticipation. "Your adventure awaits."
Maximus hesitated for a moment, uncertainty gnawing at his resolve. But with a firm nod, he squared his shoulders and stepped through the portal, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement.
As Maximus emerged on the other side, he found himself standing in the courtyard of Mormont Keep once more, the familiar sights and sounds of Bear Island surrounding him.
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