Slugterran Saviours

six individuals

It was seven minutes after midnight.

The Lumino Crystals were darkened and lurid, no light radiating from the crystals, the Phosphoros darkened, asleep, hanging from the cavern ceiling like the fire orange and rasin purple lava bats that lived in the Magma Caverns. The night was still, serene as the whole of Slugterra fell under the night's spell, lulled into a peaceful slumber. Households fell silent to the night's spell, the chatter of families dying down to stop, childnre snoring away peacefully in their comfortable beds.

The house that the Defensores Antris lived in was dark and still as it's three residents lay asleep in their beds, encased in pleasant slumber. The three young slingers, despite their injuries, were let back into their houses, now sleeping soundly in their bedrooms.

The Shane Gang's hideout was quiet as well, the five slingers that lived there sleeping in four bedrooms, all of them under the night's spell despite the soreness they felt from their wounds, huddled up under blankets and duvets. Stitches and bandages decorated their sleeping bodies, but the discomfort wasn't enough to keep sleep away from their exhausted bodies.

The Caro Sisters lay in their beds as well, also affected by the spell that night tended to cast, their eyes falling shut, their muscles aching from a long, tiring day.

A nurse lay on the floor of his prison, his fatigued body barely able to keep him alive.

But fate grinned evilly at six people in particular this lovely night.

Tonight, on the night of the nineteeth of September, we follow these six different individuals as fate unfolded their story for the world to see. The world premire of these events begins in...

Three.

Two.

One.