A Book Written in Blood

by Ugotzissues

A young, Imperial writer who suffers from anxiety, as well as a queer and morbid past, is kidnapped by the Dark Brotherhood after an article is published in "The Black Horse Courier", revealing a little more than the guild would like. Suspicion turns to trust, hate turns to love, and strict schedules turn to adventure. Lucien Lachance/OC

A/N: Sorry for the very short beginning, my chapters will be much longer, I promise! Also, excuse the lack of an adequate summary. I've never been good at being concise in my writing. I hope you find this prologue at least a little enjoyable. Remember to review! I want to make sure people like my writing before I continue to infest this website with it.

Prologue

All books have a beginning, and all books have an end. But it is the middle… the story that counts. The character development and the plot and the bumps in the road… they make the story. And the beauty that comes out of a book, and the impressions it can make are astounding—sometimes life, or even society-changing. Yes, stories possess a certain ethereal kind of beauty, or so I was taught.

How badly I wanted to be the heroes in the stories when I was a child. I wanted to be the world's prime example of bravery. I wanted to venture the universe and defeat monsters and save the world and those I loved. And most of all, I wanted my "happily ever after" ending.

That is how I wanted things to be. Even worse, I believed they could happen.

I believed because that is what children are taught. They are taught through these heroes, society's examples of divinity and righteousness, that everything will end up okay if you are brave, good, and generous. And they believe these things with all of their little hearts, but they are wrong.

Everybody in this world has a balance of good and evil for a reason. A strong border divides the heart into two warring nations, the soul is doomed to forever contradict the mind. Propaganda spreads throughout the spirit, giving reasons for the eyes to mistrust the kind words of others. Evil often wins. And no matter how brave you are, if you want to get anywhere, you need some evil to fight evil. The only thing chivalry will get a person in the long run is their generous state ripped out of their minds and spat on, and others will call them foolish for the rest of their lives.

No story has a true happy ending. There is no "happily ever after". Until you die, the pages keep turning. And it is for that very reason, that all books, all stories, will end the same. All that matters, really, is what the plot consists of, and more often than not, it is hardly something that is worth reading.

I once believed I could write my own story. I did believe I could be like the heroes in the legends. I believed I could control my own destiny.

And then I turned fourteen, and my destiny went to hell.