Ok, Well I am rewriting the prologue…Because now that I see the story as a whole, this will only confuse things. It will be better to have different prologue. Hehehe. So well, anyway. Here is the new one.
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Prologue
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Most do not remember, but I do. I remember what they try to forget happened. I remember Them. They came in force. They came with power, But most of all…they came with Him. I watched as the world fell to Him, to his power.
The old church they called themselves. A better way to live they professed, but we saw threw it. All he wanted was power. He and his three siblings, his horrible wicked twisted siblings. He and his Mage circle, the hub of all the darkness they were forcing on us. But when all seemed lost, and we were almost wiped to the point of giving in, something happened.
His circle turned against him. They cast him out, but they did not expect him to turn on them in the fashion that he did. He swore a revenge more powerful then anything they could imagine. And with a curse of powerful evil he turned them from our world, banishing them to their own dieing world.
His followers were forced to retreat in fear of being destroyed by us. They were hunted day and night until all were destroyed. But when all was done, he remained, in anger he turned his back on all living things. If people would not love him then he would destroy them all.
With this thought he gave a prophecy he had found to the world. He swore, that he would return, as the prophecy said and become The Great Destroyed; A god of Destruction, an apocalyptic power beyond the comprehension of man.
He promised that he and his siblings would return, more powerful and more deadly then they had ever been. We feared him more then ever after his pronouncement. Cowering in our homes was all we could do as we watched him send wave after wave of destruction, reducing our world to a charred cinder pile. And when he was done with his curse of destruction ringing in our ears, he and his sibling bound together in their cause killed themselves.
We could hardly believe it. After all the heart ache and destruction he had caused, why now die himself. For at that time we did not believe what he had promised us would happen. His story, his life became an old wives tale that our children heard. But soon, things began to happen.
One child making fun of those other children that believed in Him was destroyed. Mangled and mutilated, he was found in the forgotten shell of His temple. And we feared him once more. Our fear drove us to do things we never thought we would do. We burned all records we could find f the old church, we destroyed the remnants of their time here, and threatened to kill all those who talked of the Great Mage Circle's leader.
Soon, we erased Him from our minds. But I have not forgotten, I cannot forget. It is easy for the generations that came after the Occupation we suffered to forget.
Hundreds, thousands of years have passed. But still I cannot forget. I will not forget. Because that is what He wants. If we forget, then it will be that much easier for Him to return.
I will never forget because I lived threw it, and I still remember the way my father screamed when He ripped his heart out, the way my mother cried for years, and the way my brother told me it was time to go home. To leave the world that had been destroyed, return to the Jovion moons. He left, my mother did to, but I stayed.
It has been hard, because we didn't get them all, some of his followers survived. I have managed to evade them. Until now, I cannot stand it any longer.
They have found me, but I must leave this record for someone to read. I have written what I remember to be true and am leaving this record in a place where it will be found by someone who wants to remember. But I have little hope.
In the end all we can do, is wait. His is crafty. And he will return. Ultimately, he will be our doom.
I know my time is short. My door is ready to cave at their battering. Do not be sad for me. Because I do not weep for myself. My people are immortal to the coming of age, but that has no meaning to injury. I know they are going to kill me, But I am at peace. I will see my father once more.
If you find this, know only that He can only return with help. If he hasn't been brought back yet, you may have hope. Destroy his followers. In them, the ritual to bring him back remains. They need only someone strong enough, evil enough to want him back, to do the ceremony. Please, help yourself if it is not already too late.
They are here.
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This is the new version of the prologue. It flows better with the story. As it progresses I think you will see this as well. So, interested? Tell me so in a review!