Prologue:

Ray Freeman was a boy living in the outskirts of Philidelphia in 1974. His mother bearly made enough money to support them both. She eventually lost her job in 1986 when, on her way home, was struck by a car. she was rushed to the hospital and died. Ray was eventually moved to an orphanage in New york, where, an odd man came and adopted him, and a boy that he had become close friends with. They were sent to an area just outside Calgary where they discovered that the man that had adopted them ran and owned a child labour mine. Ray grew up fast, so did his friend, Bryan. They were now both 29 in 2003. They were incredibly strong. During their times in the mines they noticed weird markings on the cave walls. They eventually had the markings deciphered to an ancient form of Mayan. On one peticular day, they were incredibly deep down. It was only the both of them. There was a hole in the wall which they were pummeling. Oddly, there was a light streaming from it. Ray walked back and flung his pick-axe at the wall. The wall shattered and a room was revealed. The light suddenly filled the entire cavern. They slowly walked in...