Crystal Hunt

by snackmaster

Ok, so like everyone else in the world, i've been working on something and decided to just go ahead and put my work out there to see whether it can be seen as good, bad or complete garbage. aka normal internet life. So i apologize if chapters take a while to get uploaded, as i have two jobs to juggle between, but in the meantime, here's a little snippet.

1. Prolouge

WORK IN PROGRESS PROLOGUE DEALIO

Ya know, when one hears of stories, one can't help but feel an emotion upon the telling of said story. Whether it be a telling of adventure, murder, mystery, or fantasy, one will always get a sense of wonderment, bewilderment, astonishment or plain old disbelief and scorn. No matter how hard one tries, one cannot suppress the feelings that come forth from our hearts, and our minds process said feelings with a sense of duty that many wish it didn't undertake so zealously. But why? Why are stories told? Are they just a bye gotten product of a time when one did not have computers and TV's and cell phones to waste away the day? Are they only to exist, generation upon generation, as just mere legends? Of things that didn't happen? To evoke in us, feelings upon feelings? Or is it for that reason that they are told? To constantly be told, to help us feel, to remind that we are only human and its ok to feel? Or are feelings a by-product as well? Just something that crops up, and not important as the story is told? Just to be disregarded as the story is meant to be the focus? Well, tis matters not to me now, as I'm only here to tell a tale. A tale of wonderment, perhaps, and yet disbelief as well. For surely the main reason stories and tales are told, is to simply remind us of things that had happened. Granted, tales get warped with each telling, each one more whimsical then the last as each teller tries to make it sound like they have been the first to tell the tale. But at the core of each, lies the greatest thing about stories. THAT ITS TRUE. That no matter how grand the tale or outlandish, that at its core, it hides a kernel of truth of events that truly happened and we as mortals, just happened to mix up the details that we are so prone to dismiss.

Now the tale I have come to tell you all today, is one of many, that you may all know and love, and it begins in a world not our own, and yet is. For what is true and what isn't, I shall let you, the listener decide. For that also, happens to be the best part of hearing the story. Is it not?