The Fortress

Chapter 1
It was a normal day. I was exploring the outskirts of the Great Barrier, making sure to pick up any interesting objects or insects I find, recording every animal, plant, and fungi. If you don't know what the Great Barrier is, here's a snippet from my guide to Jamaa:

'The Great Barrier is a thick forest of coniferous trees, stretching from Balloosh to Coral Canyons. It divides the upper part of main Jamaa from the Golden Plains, Lake Harper, the Crow's Nest, and more.'

Anyways, as I was saying, I was walking peacefully. Then I felt an immense zap and fell to the ground.

I woke up in a cold cell, prevented from leaving by lots of tall, purple bars. In the cell there was a few slabs with tattered fabric on them, a plate with stale bread and salt water, two small windows connecting to other cells, and what I could only define as a husk of a jammer. "Dang it, Velvet, you just had to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. How are you going to get out of this mess?" I pondered to myself. "It's simple: You don't." a voice cackled.

I looked to the right. In the next cell over was a golden red panda, somehow completely unscathed. His eyes were turquoise, and silver spirals spread on his underbelly. "Trust me, I've tried to get out before. There's practically no escape." he continued, a somewhat-smirk on his face. "Well, I'll escape, I'll show you!" I hastily replied, my green fur turning a blistering red. "Good luck dying, like that wolf laying in your cell." he quickly said as he left the barred window.

I looked back at the dead jammer's corpse. It smelled horrible, like rotten eggs. A giant scar was on the wolf's eye. It was purple, as if a phantom seriously imprinted on them. I checked my backpack for my journal, and got it out. Then I researched how that could happen. I got so involved in reading that a phantom had to zap me to bring me back to reality. "Time to get to work, furball!" the phantom yelled at me. It handed me a scrap of withered paper with instructions on it, and opened the cell door:


 * gO too TE thRON rOum
 * gEt ur assiNEminT
 * doo uR WOrc

The phantoms, of course, didn't have the best spelling, however it was clear what they were trying to stay. I had studied the phantom language probably as much as Greely, so I was an expert at deciphering their handwriting. I walked out of the cell along with other jammers, including the red panda, and walked to the throne room.