The Shadow Puppeteer: The Beginning of the Journey
Where Winds Meet transports us to the era of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms — a time of chaos and fragmentation, when ancient China was plunged into turmoil after the fall of the Tang dynasty. It is a dark fantasy world where humanity balances between hope and despair, and every step can be decisive. The main character, along with his friend and a baby, finds himself caught up in a series of events that began with the appearance of a mysterious character in a white suit.
A moss-covered lantern and old gravestones among the bamboo create an atmosphere of silence, tradition and oblivion — as if this were a forgotten path of ancestors.
A tense encounter takes place in the bamboo forest: the hero in blue sits with the child, warily watching the approaching man in white. Soon he recognises him as his friend. The look, the gestures, the silence of the forest — everything suggests that this is not an enemy, but an ally. But after this moment of recognition, a storm is already brewing.
Unknown horsemen burst out of the depths of the forest. Their faces are hidden, their movements sharp and aggressive. The heroes do not have time to exchange words — the battle begins, and everything around them turns into chaos.
The heroes are already on horseback. One is holding a child, the other is covering him, and they are racing through the forest, trying to break away from their pursuers.
The chase intensifies. The horsemen are rapidly closing the distance, but the heroes do not slow down. The horses rush forward.
Their pursuers are not far behind, their silhouettes flashing between the bamboo.
The road leads through rocky slopes and thickets. The horses can barely keep their balance, but the heroes continue their ride.
A clearing appears ahead — the forest begins to part, and light breaks through. It is a sign that they are close to the exit.
The heroes break out into a spacious poppy field. Red flowers sway in the wind, contrasting with the tension in their hearts. The enemies are still behind them.
One of the pursuers is struck, perhaps by an arrow or a magical blast. Everything around them descends into chaos, but the heroes continue to slip away.
The chase continues. The heroes exchange glances — danger lies ahead, but there is no choice.
There is a cliff ahead. The hero on the white horse makes a desperate leap.
The hero's horse falls. He himself flies forward.
The hero manages to roll over, get up, and protect the baby. He is wounded but alive.
The first boss emerges from the shadows. He is huge, armoured, and heavily armed. His footsteps are loud, his gaze is like a death sentence. He is not just an enemy — he is the guardian of something greater.
We see his face. It is covered with a mask, his hair is long, his eyes are cold and ancient.
The hero realises that he is alone with his friend.
Enemies surround them. The heroes make a decision: to split up. One will take on the boss, the other will take on everyone else.
The hero engages in battle with the boss.
The battle continues. The boss is strong, but the hero does not give up.
Victory. The boss falls. But at that moment, a magical fly — tiny and sinister — flies into his ear. He comes back to life. Everything changes.
The hero is blinded by a flash. A vision begins. He sees the future: symbols, battles, losses. This is not just a vision — it is a warning.
Among the images is a red oak tree. Lonely, majestic, like a sign of change. Its leaves whisper of fate.
A baby's cry brings the hero back to reality. He comes to his senses, but inside he feels uneasy. Something happened while he was in his vision.
He sees that his friend has entered the battle to protect him. And died at the hands of the rebellious boss.
The magical fly leaves the boss's body and flies away — to a new master.
At the top of the mountain stands a puppeteer — a magician watching over the heroes. He does not interfere, but he controls everything.
I wish you exciting games and vivid adventures! May each story inspire you, and each battle bring you the joy of victory.
