This is the first time I'll be publishing several chapters all at once. I'm nervous. Let's begin.
Prologue
The wind blows,
its breezes cold
the dark shape stares,
thinking to when she cared
Cared about her life,
her days of rife:
she could almost imagine
what could have happened
in those times before she knew
the path of few
She stares, her eyes blank
lile the fog above the water that the creatures drank
and now she sits down,
no smile or frown,
just a mysterious expression,
with more questions
than the stars can hold
in those skies with treasures of gold
she bids you closer:
giving no poseur
because they will know
in the light before cold
before the lights fade out
and there is only doubt
"Come," she says,
like she always does;
the secrets are out
before they shadow the route
Come with me, into the dark,
for you shall be the spark
