Hey this is my story Bloodline that I've been working on. This story isn't my best but its pretty good. I hope you all like it i have a few chapters written tht I'm putting on here. Please Review!
Chapter One - Sen Tazian
Darkness fell. A village sat dark and dreary. This village has been here since the very begining. And yet its made no advances. Poor and cold are words to describe the village. Rain poured down on little huts that were meant to pass of as houses. Sorta pathetic now I think about it. All these years later. Pathetic to think I once resided in such a ghastly place. A place that is now and will long be just a memory to me. For anyone reading the story scribbled on this page it should now be clear to you that I have moved on from this place. I will also likely never have the desire to go back now. Even if they would let me back. After what I did.
But I suppose we will get to the events leading to now later on. For now I guess I will start at the very beginning. Far back. The Great God Alew created a planet to house his son. His son was a small boy by the name of Wagner. The planet was named Yu, which in the long forgotten Alewian tongue means "shelter." When he grew older Wagner became King of Yu. The town in which the King lived was called Rah-Har. And after years of reigning his son took the throne. And so the pattern of ruling continued down the Alew bloodline. Untill three thousand years later a boy was born. The boy was the 57th in the Alew Bloodline. They named the boy Sen. Sen Tazian.
Sen was an important baby in the Bloodline. He was a very important. Alew had once said that a there would be a baby born with The Mark. His mark. The Mark of Evewleen. At least thats what Alew had called it. Im not sure about the origin of the word Evewleen. Still puzzles me to this very day. But I shant stray off topic. I dont know how much time I have to tell this. Anyway the baby had The Mark on his cheast at birth. The silver marking meant he was The Chosen One. He was chosen to expand the kingdom out into the vast regions of the universe. He had a destiny. Sen was set to one path. One path not to be strayed from. A path he hated even as an infant. He knew his future. He saw it. And hated it too. Sen hated when the mark began to burn. Burn. BURN! The pain kept the infant up most nights. He cried and cried only showing his weakness as his father always said. His father said the boy was weak and the reason for the burning was Alew building his character.
Sen grew for two years and began showing features of those within the Bloodline. The dark red hair many said was the sign of them. The blood that they family had spread through the thousands of years. In legend, that was the reasoning for their blood red hair. At the age of three he had already begun to show signs of magical talent and strength.But even so one thing never went away. The burning of the mark. Burning. BURNING! He began to think that he was never going to be able to get it to stop. When would he satisfy Alew? When he was dead? Who knew? Sen grew and grew. Developing into what the Bloodline always did. Warriors. Ruthless kings raise more ruthless kings.
But Sen was different. And his father knew it. By the age of eight Sen had completed all the Bloodline tasks. The Bloodline tasks that took most from twenty to twenty-five years to finish. Sen finished in but eight years. But even in this strength of no other he still felt the mark burn. Burn. BURN! He knew it was not Alew telling him to be stronger, for he was the strongest. He didn't know what Alew was telling him. Why wasn't Alew satisfied? Why? WHY!?!? Something he thought he would never know. Sen was now ready to be king. King Sen did not sound nice to the boy. Nor to his father at the time. His father claimed he was not done with his reign and that Sen was much to careless. However strong he might be. But...I hear noises. Just the people on the streets.
I apologize and now return to my story...where was I?...Ah, yes. However strong he might be. But Sen didn't want the thrown. Ever. EVER! He did not wish to fulfill his destiny. But he had to. He remained Prince of Yu for nine years. And on his 17th birthday, my story truely begins. And for your knowledge at this point I find that i think you should know who it is telling this tale. I know the story well and am the only one who can tell it properly. For I am Sen Tazian. And I will tell the tale of my life to all who read these torn and tatered pages. All those that care to read the story of a man of my stature. All those that just...care.