Thursday, February 4, 2010

Prologue

As promised, here's the prologue to my up and coming book, currently called The Chronicles of Gaia.

It had been a long journey for Glenn Allister, Paladin of the Allister House. He was looking forward to returning home to his friends and family after his training mission. Soon he would be a true paladin, just like the rest of his family. Or so he thought…
As Glenn was heading up the last hill that would give him the perfect view of his home, he was not treated to the sight of his silver citadel home. He bore witness to nothing but smoldering ruins. His heart raced and his pace quickened, but it was too late, there was nothing but charred corpses and burnt-out shells.
“What evil happened here?!” Glenn shouted as he started to search the ruins. Judging from the wounds on the bodies, he could only guess that they were caused by some sort of monster. Closer inspection reveals a demonic symbol engraved on one of the charred walls. Glenn cannot recall what demon lord it belonged to, but it didn’t really matter right now, for a sharp pain started to occur in his left eye. That only meant one thing: he wasn’t alone…
Drawing his sword, he spins around and it meets an axe blade that was poised to go through his back. “So, there’s more of you,” the demon hissed. His skin was as black as coal, covered in rough spines, mottled with decaying flesh. “I was worried that I wasn’t going to have any fun!” The demon lunged with a malicious grin, his axe dripping with fresh blood. Glenn readied his shield, blocking each attack as they came.
The battle raged on as Glenn fought for his life. “Some homecoming,” he couldn’t help but think to himself. That small distraction made him lower his guard just enough for the monster to deliver a mighty blow to his left side. He fell to one knee, cursing his carelessness. Was this the end? Was he going to die here? As a last desperate attack, Glenn drops his shield, takes his weapon in both hands, summoning all of his strength and with the memory of his family firmly engraved into his mind, he delivers a soul-shattering smite that sends the beast back to his home plane in a flash of silvery light.
After tending to his injury with his saved up divine energy, Glenn sees to giving his brethren the satisfaction of at least being buried on their homeland that they labored so much in making. Once the burials had been completed, all Glenn could do was salvage what provisions he could carry. With a heavy heart, he says his final farewells and heads east to Otaria, the capitol of the Zenan continent. He swears upon their graves that he would not let the Allister name be forgotten, nor the spirit of the Winter Moon die out…

Let me know what you guys think.

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