Heroes of Moga I - A Never-Before-Seen Crisis

Junior walked tentatively through Moga Woods, on edge. Normally, walking through Moga Woods wasn't a task he enjoyed particularly, but it was often necessary in order to get the Herbs, Blue Mushrooms, and other wild plants that helped the village.

Moga Village needed such help - with a population of just over 10 and being made out of flimsy wooden planks that floated on an often tumultous sea, it was amazing that the village had survived for so long. Some years back, it had indeed been destroyed by a massive Elder Dragon, but the villagers had survived and since rebuilt.

But now, the woods were even more dangerous to traverse, according to the rumors.

The villagers had been hearing deep, guttural roars in Moga Woods - too deep to be a Great Jaggi, which was no problem, or even a Rathalos, which was a sign to evacuate. The war was growing fiercer by the day, and Junior didn't want any new kinds of monsters making themselves at home in the woods. In their woods.

Junior dismissed the rumors, saying that it was indeed just an ordinary monster. Moga villagers often got nervous, and when they got nervous, they tended to exaggerate. He met each claim with a smile and a shake of his head. But as he walked, he thought as he had many times before, It's always a good idea to be cautious, just in case.

He entered the Jaggi nest with the same level of caution as he always did. The Jaggis were very protective of their nest, but also very cowardly. If their boss wasn't around, there wasn't any younglings to protect, they weren't likely to attack. Junior knew that it wasn't breeding season, and he also hadn't heard any reports of a Great Jaggi in the area.

Oddly enough, the nest was deserted. Junior frowned - that was indeed odd. The only sound was the wind whistling through the canyons. Other than that, it was quiet. Too quiet.

Suddenly, a howl split the silent atmosphere. Junior whipped around and gasped - a Great Jaggi was loping toward him, long strings of drool hanging from its maw. Instantly, at least twenty smaller Jaggi appeared, answering their leader's calls with yelps and barks of their own.

''What is going on here?! ''Junior thought as he fled the Bird Wyvern pack, which was gaining quickly. ''There wasn't supposed to be a Great Jaggi in the woods today! Where did this one come from?''

But there was no time for questions. Junior ran from the little Jaggis that nipped at his heels and ran across his path, trying to cut him off. The Great Jaggi followed behind its minions, barking angrily. Junior saw a small, narrow path that wound deeper into Moga Woods, and took it without hesitation. He knew that the Jaggis wouldn't dare follow down the path, too small for even the skinniest Jaggi to traverse easily.

He burst out of the path into a large, shaded area, bordered by a spring that fed into the sea. Glancing around for any sign of trouble, Junior's eyes widened as he spotted the huge beast staring him down with undisguised hunger in its eyes.

It was like a massive serpent, a creamy white in color, with two huge frills adorning its proud head. Junior knew it to be called an Agsolestea, but there was one problem - Agsolesteas didn't live anywhere near the Moga region. These things live only in the faraway Central World! Junior thought desperately. What is this thing doing so far from its home?

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